" I AM COLIN " 163
11 What sort of a garden is it? " Colin persisted eagerly.
11 No one has been allowed to go into it for ten years," was Mary's careful answer.
But it was too late to be careful. He was too much like herself. He too had had nothing to think about and the idea of a hidden garden attracted him as it had attracted her. He asked question after question. Where was it? Had she never looked for the door? Had she never asked the gardeners? "
" They won't talk about it," said Mary. " I think they have been told not to answer questions."
" I would make them," said Colin.
" Could you? " Mary faltered, beginning to feel frightened. If he could make people answer questions, who knew what might happen!
11 Every one is obliged to please me. I told you that," he said. " If I were to live, this place would sometime belong to me. They all know that. I would make them tell me."
Mary had not known that she herself had been spoiled, but she could see quite plainly that this mysterious boy had been. He thought that the whole world belonged to him. How peculiar he was and how coolly he spoke of not living.
"Do you think you won't live?" she asked,