The Secret Garden

Didn't you want it?

Are you my servant?

I'm Mrs. Medlock's servant.

She's Lord Craven's.

But I'll be doing the housemaid's work

up here and waiting on you a bit.

Waiting on me makes you my servant then.

You are strange.

Hey, I know that.

Mrs. Medlock gave me the place

out of kindness to me mother.

She said she could never have done it

if there was a grand missus here.

I'd never be let out of the kitchens...

...and certainly not upstairs.

Stop it!

What're you doing?

I thought all girls liked to be tickled.

What would you like to wear?

Black...

...black or black?

Are you blind?

They're all black.

And I won't be laughed at, servant.

My name's Martha.

I won't tickle you. I promise.

What do they wear in India?

When I heard you were coming,

I thought you'd be a native.

What?

You thought I was a what? You...

You...

You daughter of a pig!

You needn't be like that.

I've nothing against natives.

My mother says all of us are family.

I've never seen a native.

I was pleased to think I was.

You don't know anything about anything!

None of you know nothing!

Please.

Don't be vexed.

I don't know anything about anything...

...like you said.

I'm sorry, miss.

I'm too common and I talk too much.

I beg your pardon, miss.

I don't know when exactly

your uncle will call for you.

My uncle?

Mrs. Medlock said

he wouldn't want to see me.

But he does.

Your uncle's decided not to see you today.

When will I see him?

Tomorrow?

No. He'll be gone tomorrow.

After the mistress died ten years ago...

... Lord Craven wouldn't see people.

There's nobody to ease his sorrow.

He spends most of his time

away from home now.

Poor man.

They say he's cursed.

Better put your sweater on.

It's cold outside.

But I've got no one to play with.

No one to play with?

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