The Secret Garden Page #3

Tastes nice today.

Listen.

Hear that?

It's the wind.

Sometimes it sounds like

someone's lost out in the moor...

...and crying.

Poor little Betty Butterworth...

...the scullery maid.

She's had a toothache all morning.

I need your help. Come on.

Get this child outside at once!

Come on, Martha, please!

Soot.

He doesn't know thee. You frightened him.

I frightened him?

Come.

He won't hurt you.

- He'll bite me.

- He won't.

But he's filthy and dirty.

No, he's soft. You'll like it.

There. I did it.

Like that, Miss Mary.

I know you, too.

You're Martha's brother, Dickon.

The robin says he's been waiting for you.

The animals tell me all their secrets.

He wouldn't tell you my secret.

About what, Miss Mary?

A garden.

I've stolen a garden.

Maybe it's dead, anyhow.

- I don't know.

- I'd know.

Promise you won't tell?

Promise.

Nobody?

Not a soul.

It's a secret garden.

Secrets are safe with me.

- And you'll know if it's alive?

- 'Course.

Wait here.

This garden's not dead.

It's as alive as you or me.

See? This part's wick.

See the green?

Wick?

What's wick?

Alive.

Full of life.

There'll be so many roses

in there this summer...

...you'll be sick of them.

Look!

There's a picture of my mother

and my aunt sitting here.

They say that's how she died.

How?

From falling off it.

For the first time since coming from India...

... I dreamed about my mother.

She was here...

... in the garden...

... and the garden was a jungle.

Come to me.

Are you a ghost?

Are you?

Who are you?

What are you doing here?

I live here.

Who are you?

I'm master of this house,

while my father's away.

Your father?

He's my uncle.

Nobody told me he had a son.

Come here.

What's your name?

I'm Mary Lennox.

What's your name?

I'm Colin Craven.

Our mother's were sisters. Twins.

Twins?

Nobody told me she had a twin.

- Why were you crying?

- I can't sleep.

Plump my pillows for me, Cousin Mary.

- What?

- My pillows.

My covers got twisted.

I don't know what to do about it.

- I'll get Martha, or Mrs. Medlock.

- No!

Why not?

Medlock wouldn't allow you in here.

She'd be afraid you'd upset me...

...and make me more ill.

- Do I? I'll go.

- Stop!

Stay here!

How old are you?

Ten.

We're the same age.

What's your mother like?

She's dead.

Mine's dead, too.

Do you see that cord?

Pull it.

That's my mother.

My father never wants to see me

because...

...I don't look anything like her.

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