He's always doin' it." "Oh! I'm so glad--so glad!" said Mary thankfully.
If he did not come back until winter, or even autumn, there would be time to watch the secret garden come alive.

Even if he found out then and took it away from her she would have had that much at least.
"When do you think he will want to see--" She did not finish the sentence, because the door opened, and Mrs.
Medlock walked in.

She had on her best black dress and cap, and her collar was fastened with a large brooch with a picture of a man's face on it.

It was a colored photograph of Mr.Medlock who had died years ago, and she always wore it when she was dressed up.

She looked nervous and excited.
"Your hair's rough," she said quickly.