He locked th' door an' dug a hole and buried th' key.

There's Mrs.Medlock's bell ringing--I must run." After she was gone Mary turned down the walk which led to the door in the shrubbery.

She could not help thinking about the garden which no one had been into for ten years.

She wondered what it would look like and whether there were any flowers still alive in it.

When she had passed through the shrubbery gate she found herself in great gardens, with wide lawns and winding walks with clipped borders.