Where is tha' garden ?" Mary's thin hands clutched each other as they lay on her lap.

She did not know what to say, so for a whole minute she said nothing.

She had never thought of this.

She felt miserable.

And she felt as if she went red and then pale.
"Tha's got a bit o' garden, hasn't tha' ?" Dickon said.
It was true that she had turned red and then pale.