The Secret Garden Page #4

very undignified

Can you hand me another biscuit

Aye . . . .

Martha?

Why would someone lock up a garden and bury the key?

So Dickon told you?

I was just wondering

How long it's been locked up ?

I'm just a servant maid, I have no head for such matters

Martha

I heard somebody crying last night when I went to the ...

I'm sure I heard somebody cry

It was the scullery maid

Aye it was last night

Yes she had a toothache

What a fearful row

Mrs. Medlock said it was the wind

Oh . . . . She did?

Martha

Has my Uncle left the landing yet

He leaves tonight Miss

Why thou ask?

I'm going to see my Uncle. I don't care whether he wants to see me or not.

You'll speak to Mrs. Medlock

This is the funniest house I ever seen in all my life

Gardens locked up, rooms you can't go into

People crying and nobody will say anything

I'll make my Uncle explain things

Child, thy does not know thy Uncle

Mary!

Mary !!

Mary !!!

Mary ?

Martha !

Martha!!!

You !

What you doing here, what you want?

I want to go back to my room

Next time you'll stay where you belong

Mrs. Medlock . . . . . . . I

What was in that room ?

Go to bed

Where have you been ?

No where

Your Uncle wants to see you. He's leaving for London.

I don't want to see him

Mary !

Your Uncle wants to see you

We're keeping him waiting

Miss Mary, Sir.

Come closer

Closer

Yes Sir

I hoped you might be beautiful

No Sir

You're welcome in this house

I shall be leaving for London in a few minutes, I spend as little time here myself as possible

You'll be alone

You'll find my being away of no great loss to you . . . .

I'm not amusing, . . . I keep to myself, . . . I have my books,

I drink

I'd hoped you might be beautiful

Is anything particular you want ?

No Sir

Is there anything you care to ask me? I shall be gone a long time

Yes Sir, Just . . .

Just what ?

Who's the Lady in the picture?

My wife, she's dead. She died 10 years ago.

This is an excellent house for bitterness

for regret

for anger against the Gods!

It's a poor house for children Mary.

But perhaps you're equal to it

I'm not, goodnight . . .

One

One

Bother !!!

Oh !

. . . Hello I'm Mary Lennox from India

Who are you?

I'm Ben Weatherstaff and I'm the head gardener

and I come from here abouts

What was thou doin beside the wall ?

The wall . . er what wall ?

Oh, oh I was just skipping rope, I'm always skipping rope.

Lets see thee skippin

Oh I don't feel like it right now

Mr Weatherstaff, what kind of bird is that ?

Him? A Raven

Has thee never seen a raven before ?

Well in India we have lots of other birds

Oh Look at you . .

Why he likes me !

Thay might say it comes natural

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