It is under the ivy on the wall." If he had been a strong healthy boy Colin would probably have shouted "Hooray! Hooray! Hooray!" but he was weak and rather hysterical; his eyes grew bigger and bigger and he gasped for breath.
"Oh! Mary!" he cried out with a half sob.

"Shall I see it?
Shall I get into it?
Shall I _live_ to get into it ?" and he clutched her hands and dragged her toward him.
"Of course you'll see it!" snapped Mary indignantly.

"Of course you'll live to get into it! Don't be silly!" And she was so un-hysterical and natural and childish that she brought him to his senses and he began to laugh at himself and a few minutes afterward she was sitting on her stool again telling him not what she imagined the secret garden to be like but what it really was, and Colin's aches and tiredness were forgotten and he was listening enraptured.
"It is just what you thought it would be," he said at last.

"It sounds just as if you had really seen it.

You know I said that when you told me first." Mary hesitated about two minutes and then boldly spoke the truth.
"I had seen it--and I had been in," she said.