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296 THE SECRET GARDEN
the blue and white flower lances of tall delphiniums or columbines or campanulas.
" She was main fond o' them — she was," Ben ,Weatherstaff said. " She liked them things as was alius pointin' up to th' blue sky, she used to tell. Not as she was one o' them as looked down on th' earth — not her. She just loved it but she said as th' blue sky alius looked so joyful."
The seeds Dickon and Mary had planted grew as if fairies had tended them. Satiny poppies of all tints danced in the breeze by the score, gaily defying flowers which had lived in the garden for years and which it might be confessed seemed rather to wonder how such new people had got there. And the roses — the roses! Rising out of the grass, tangled round the sun-dial, wreathing the tree trunks and hanging from their branches, climbing up the walls and spreading over them with long garlands falling in cascades — they came alive day by day, hour by hour. Fair fresh leaves, and buds — and buds — tiny at first but swelling and working Magic until they burst and uncurled into cups of scent delicately spilling themselves over their brims and filling the garden air.
Colin saw it all, watching each change as it took place. Every morning he was brought out and every hour of each day when it didn't rain he spent |
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