I won't talk and I'll go to sleep, but you said you had a whole lot of nice things to tell me.

Have you--do you think you have found out anything at all about the way into the secret garden ?" Mary looked at his poor little tired face and swollen eyes and her heart relented.
"Ye-es," she answered, "I think I have.

And if you will go to sleep I will tell you to-morrow." His hand quite trembled.
"Oh, Mary!" he said.

"Oh, Mary! If I could get into it I think I should live to grow up! Do you suppose that instead of singing the Ayah song--you could just tell me softly as you did that first day what you imagine it looks like inside?
I am sure it will make me go to sleep." "Yes," answered Mary.

"Shut your eyes." He closed his eyes and lay quite still and she held his hand and began to speak very slowly and in a very low voice.
"I think it has been left alone so long--that it has grown all into a lovely tangle.