When I feel ill I lie here and think about it until I cry and cry." "I have heard you crying three times," Mary said, "but I did not know who it was.

Were you crying about that ?" She did so want him to forget the garden.
"I dare say," he answered.

"Let us talk about something else.

Talk about that garden.

Don't you want to see it ?" "Yes," answered Mary, in quite a low voice.
"I do," he went on persistently.