She had never felt sorry for herself; she had only felt tired and cross, because she disliked people and things so much.

But now the world seemed to be changing and getting nicer.

If no one found out about the secret garden, she should enjoy herself always.
She stayed with him for ten or fifteen minutes longer and asked him as many questions as she dared.

He answered every one of them in his queer grunting way and he did not seem really cross and did not pick up his spade and leave her.

He said something about roses just as she was going away and it reminded her of the ones he had said he had been fond of.
"Do you go and see those other roses now ?" she asked.
"Not been this year.