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THE SECRET GARDEN |
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They've got their way o' thinkin' and doin' things an' a body had better not meddle. You can lose a friend in springtime easier than any other season if you're too curious."
" If we talk about him I can't help looking at him," Mary said as softly as possible. " We must talk of something else. There is something I want to tell you."
" He'll like it better if us talks o' somethin' else," said Dickon. " What is it tha's got to tell me?"
"Well — do you know about Colin?" she whispered.
He turned his head to look at her.
" What does tha' know about him? " he asked.
" I've seen him. I have been to talk to him every day this week. He wants me to come. He says I'm making him forget about being ill and dying," answered Mary.
Dickon looked actually relieved as soon as the surprise died away from his round face.
" I am glad o' that," he exclaimed. " I'm right down glad. It makes me easier. I knowed I must say nothin' about him an' I don't like havin' to hide things."
"Don't you like hiding the garden?" said Mary.
" I'll never tell about it," he answered. " But |
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