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After her parents die from cholera, Mary is sent to England to live with Mr. Craven’s family. But she feels disliked by the Craven children. A family maid tells Mary that somewhere on the manor exists a secret garden that belonged to Mr. Craven’s wife. When his wife died, Mr. Craven locked the garden doors and buried the key. Intrigued, Mary begins her search.
by Frances Hodgson Burnett
1 An old man with a spade over his shoulder walked through the door leading from the second garden. He had a surly old face and did not seem at all pleased to see her.
2 “What is this place?” she asked.
3 “One o’ th’ kitchen-gardens,” he answered.
4 “What is that?” said Mary, pointing through the green door.
5 “Another of ’em. There’s another on t’other side o’ th’ wall an’ there’s th’ orchard t’other side o’ that.”
6 “Can I go in them?” asked Mary.
7 “If tha’ likes. But there’s nowt to see.”
8 Mary went down the path and through the green door. There, she found more walls and winter vegetables, but in the second wall there was another green door and it was not open. Perhaps it led into the garden which no one had seen for ten years. Mary went to the green door and turned the handle. She hoped the door would not open because she wanted to be sure she had found the mysterious garden. But it did open quite easily and she walked through it and found herself in an orchard. There were walls all round it also, and there were bare fruit trees growing in the winter-browned grass—but there was no green door to be seen anywhere. When she stood still she saw a bird with a bright red breast sitting on the topmost branch of one of them, and suddenly he burst into his winter song—almost as if he was calling to her.
9 She listened until he flew away. Perhaps he lived in the mysterious garden and knew all about it.
10 Perhaps it was because she had nothing to do that she thought so much of the deserted garden. Why had Mr. Craven buried the key? If he had liked his wife so much why did he hate her garden?
11 She thought of the robin and of the way he seemed to sing his song at her, and as she remembered the tree-top he perched on she stopped rather suddenly.
12 “I believe that tree was in the secret garden—I feel sure it was,” she said.
13 She walked back into the first kitchen-garden she had entered and found the old man digging there.
14 “I went into the orchard. There was no door there into the other garden,” said Mary.
15 “What garden?” he said in a rough voice, stopping his digging for a moment.
16 “The one on the other side of the wall,” answered Mary. “There are trees there. A bird with a red breast was sitting on one of them and he sang.”
17 To her surprise the old weather-beaten face changed its expression. A slow smile spread over it and the gardener looked quite different.
18 He turned to the orchard side of his garden and began to whistle. Almost the next moment a wonderful thing happened. She heard a soft little rushing flight through the air—and it was the bird with the red breast flying to them, and he alighted on the big clod of earth quite near to the gardener’s foot.
19 “Here he is,” chuckled the old man. “Where has tha’ been?” he said.
20 The bird put his tiny head on one side and looked up at him. He seemed quite familiar.
21 “What kind of a bird is he?” Mary asked.
22 “He’s a robin redbreast an’ they’re th’ friendliest, curiousest birds alive. Watch him lookin’ round at us. He knows we’re talkin’ about him.”
23 Mary thought his eyes gazed at her with great curiosity. “Where did the rest of the brood fly to?” she asked.
24 “There’s no knowin’. The old ones turn ’em out o’ their nest an’ make ’em fly an’ they’re scattered before you know it. This one was lonely.”
25 Mary went a step nearer to the robin.
26 “I’m lonely,” she said.
27 The old gardener pushed his cap back on his bald head and stared at her a minute.
28 “What is your name?” Mary inquired.
29 “Ben Weatherstaff,” he answered, and then he added with a surly chuckle, “I’m lonely mysel’ except when he’s with me. He’s th’ only friend I’ve got.”
30 “I have no friends at all,” said Mary.
31 “Tha’ an’ me are a good bit alike,” he said.
32 Suddenly a clear rippling little sound broke out near her and she turned round. She was standing a few feet from a young apple-tree and the robin had flown on to one of its branches and had burst into song. Ben Weatherstaff laughed.
33 “What did he do that for?” asked Mary.
34 “He’s made up his mind to make friends with thee,” replied Ben.
35 “Would you make friends with me? Would you?”
36 Just that moment the robin gave a little shake of his wings, spread them, and flew away.
37 “He has flown over the wall!” Mary cried out, watching him. “He has flown into the orchard—he has flown across the other wall—into the garden where there is no door!”
38 “He lives there,” said old Ben. “Among th’ old rose-trees there.”
39 “Rose-trees,” said Mary. “Are there rose-trees?”
40 “There was ten year ago,” he mumbled.
41 “I should like to see them,” said Mary. “There must be a door somewhere.”
42 Ben drove his spade deep and looked as uncompanionable as he had looked when she first saw him.
43 “There was ten year ago, but there isn’t now,” he said.“No door!” cried