"He has flown into the orchard--he has flown across the other wall--into the garden where there is no door!" "He lives there," said old Ben.

"He came out o' th' egg there.

If he's courtin', he's makin' up to some young madam of a robin that lives among th' old rose-trees there." "Rose-trees," said Mary.

"Are there rose-trees ?" Ben Weatherstaff took up his spade again and began to dig.
"There was ten year' ago," he mumbled.
"I should like to see them," said Mary.

"Where is the green door?
There must be a door somewhere." Ben drove his spade deep and looked as uncompanionable as he had looked when she first saw him.
"There was ten year' ago, but there isn't now," he said.
"No door!" cried Mary.