"He knows every cabbage stump in th' gardens, let alone th' people.

He's never seen a little wench here before, an' he's bent on findin' out all about thee.

Tha's no need to try to hide anything from _him_." "Are things stirring down below in the dark in that garden where he lives ?" Mary inquired.
"What garden ?" grunted Weatherstaff, becoming surly again.
"The one where the old rose-trees are." She could not help asking, because she wanted so much to know.

"Are all the flowers dead, or do some of them come again in the summer?
Are there ever any roses ?" "Ask him," said Ben Weatherstaff, hunching his shoulders toward the robin.

"He's the only one as knows.