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134 THE SECRET GARDEN
dig and pull up weeds, and do whatever you tell me. Oh 1 do come, Dickon! "
" I'll come every day if tha' wants me, rain or shine," he answered stoutly. " It's th' best fun I ever had in my life — shut in here an' wakenin' up a garden."
" If you will come," said Mary, " if you will help me to make it alive I'll — I don't know what I'll do," she ended helplessly. .What could you do for a boy like that?
" I'll tell thee what tha'll do," said Dickon, with his happy grin. " Tha'll get fat an' tha'll get as hungry as a young fox an' tha'll learn how to talk to th' robin same as I do. Eh! we'll have a lot o' fun."
He began to walk about, looking up in the trees and at the walls and bushes with a thoughtful expression.
" I wouldn't want to make it look like a gardener's garden, all clipped an' spick an' span, would you? " he said. " It's nicer like this with things runnin' wild, an' swingin' an' catchin' hold of each other."
" Don't let us make it tidy," said Mary anxiously. " It wouldn't seem like a secret garden if it was tidy."
Dickon stood rubbing his rusty-red head with a rather puzzled look. |
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