The Secret Garden Page #3

Your brother ?

Aye . . . . . Dickon . . . thy like Dickon

What a wonder, for growing things and the animals

Half lives on the moors he does

almost like an animal himself

My mother told him to go and play with that poor child, she said

all by herself , up in that great lone house

Thay'll be a right fond of Dickon

I never saw such a servant

Does thoust think I play with thy brother

I ..I mean do you think I play with your brother ?

I hate him I hate him I hate you!

Go away!

Aye . .

Get thee self dressed

Wait a minute

Aren't you going to dress me?

What!

Well in India it's the custom

Thy canna dress thyself ?

Of course I can, it's just . . . .

I do not eat porridge

I said, I do not eat porridge

It's breakfast

I don't want any breakfast, Mrs. Medlock, . . . I'm going for a walk in the garden

Well don't be so cocky about it

Go away go away GO AWAY

That's frightened him

Now be the most quiet

Com on, did she frighten ye

Com on then com on

Thou must be the one from India

I'm Mary Lennox

Aye

I'm Dickon

My sister Martha swore they'd be black

at least dark brown

Hmmph!!

That's frightened him

What are you doing here? Where did you come from?

I came to the moor place

I've watched you go bout the garden

There's no way in

In where?

The 'Secret Garden' .

He locked the gate long years ago

Who locked the gate ?

The master . . . Mr Craven

Thy Uncle

What you know about

I know what's said

He locked the gate and buried the key

and neer a souls been in there since

I don't believe you

you know why I don't believe you, . because there isn't any gate . . . I looked

Yeah so ave I

Com on com on com on then

You know everything, . don't you?

Only what's said

Who cares about an old garden, I don't

That's why thee run about it so often ?

What were you doing, hiding in the bushes watching me

I came to play with thee

My mother said thy might be lonely

Well I'm not

and I don't play with any servants brother

I've never heard of anything so ridiculous

Thar can just go home . . . . I mean you can just go home

Thou must learn not to frighten animals

My mother sends thee a skippin rope

A what?

A skippin rope

Tha can play with a skippin rope

Dickon, I .....

Hey for a young lady that took no porridge for breakfast, are suddenly making up at tea time

I'm not hungry I'm just eating

Give me another biscuit

The rate thou going thy'll soon resemble something lovelier than a slat

Hey . . . . What's that?

A skipping rope . . . any fool knows that

So thy saw Dickon

Did thy ever meet such a lad?

No I haven't

So that's what you do with it

Of course

. . Any fool knows that . . .

Do you mean to tell me in India, they have no skipping ropes?

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