No one believes I shall live to grow up." He said it as if he was so accustomed to the idea that it had ceased to matter to him at all.

He seemed to like the sound of Mary's voice.

As she went on talking he listened in a drowsy, interested way.

Once or twice she wondered if he were not gradually falling into a doze.

But at last he asked a question which opened up a new subject.
"How old are you ?" he asked.
"I am ten," answered Mary, forgetting herself for the moment, "and so are you." "How do you know that ?" he demanded in a surprised voice.
"Because when you were born the garden door was locked and the key was buried.