Таинственный сад
VI. The Key To The Garden
Howdoestha’likethysel’?’Itmademelaughan’itbroughtmetomysensesinaminute.”
ShewentawayinhighspiritsassoonasshehadgivenMaryherbreakfast.Shewasgoingtowalkfivemilesacrossthemoortothecottage,andshewasgoingtohelphermotherwiththewashinganddotheweek’sbakingandenjoyherselfthoroughly.
Maryfeltlonelierthaneverwhensheknewshewasnolongerinthehouse.Shewentoutintothegardenasquicklyaspossible,andthefirstthingshedidwastorunroundandroundthefountainflowergardententimes.Shecountedthetimescarefullyandwhenshehadfinishedshefeltinbetterspirits.Thesunshinemadethewholeplacelookdifferent.Thehigh,deep,blueskyarchedoverMisselthwaiteaswellasoverthemoor,andshekeptliftingherfaceandlookingupintoit,tryingtoimaginewhatitwouldbeliketoliedownononeofthelittlesnow-whitecloudsandfloatabout.Shewentintothefirstkitchen-gardenandfoundBenWeatherstaffworkingtherewithtwoothergardeners.Thechangeintheweatherseemedtohavedonehimgood.Hespoketoherofhisownaccord.
“Springtime’scomin,’”hesaid.“Cannottha’smellit?”
Marysniffedandthoughtshecould.
“Ismellsomethingniceandfreshanddamp,”shesaid.
“That’sth’goodrichearth,”heanswered,diggingaway.“It’sinagoodhumormakin’readytogrowthings.It’sgladwhenplantin’timecomes.It’sdullinth’winterwhenit’sgotnowttodo.Inth’flowergardensouttherethingswillbestirrin’downbelowinth’dark.Th’sun’swarmin’’em.
