An' she was just a bit of a girl an' there was an old tree with a branch bent like a seat on it.

An' she made roses grow over it an' she used to sit there.
But one day when she was sittin' there th' branch broke an' she fell on th' ground an' was hurt so bad that next day she died.

Th' doctors thought he'd go out o' his mind an' die, too.

That's why he hates it.

No one's never gone in since, an' he won't let any one talk about it." Mary did not ask any more questions.