into it? Shall I _live_ to get into it? and he clutched her hands and
dragged her toward him.
Of course you ll see it! snapped Mary indignantly. Of course you ll
live to get into it! Don t be silly!
And she was so un-hysterical and natural and childish that she brought
him to his senses and he began to laugh at himself and a few minutes
afterward she was sitting on her stool again telling him not what she
imagined the secret garden to be like but what it really was, and
Colin s aches and tiredness were forgotten and he was listening
enraptured.
It is just what you thought it would be, he said at last. It sounds
just as if you had really seen it. You know I said that when you told
me first.
Mary hesitated about two minutes and then boldly spoke the truth.
I had seen it and I had been in, she said. I found the key and got
in weeks ago. But I daren t tell you I daren t because I was so afraid
I couldn t trust you _for sure!_
CHAPTER XIX.
IT HAS COME!
Of course Dr. Craven had been sent for the morning after Colin had had
his tantrum. He was always sent for at once when such a thing occurred
and he always found, when he arrived, a white shaken boy lying on his
bed, sulky and still so hysterical that he was ready to break into
fresh sobbing at the least word. In fact, Dr. Craven dreaded and
detested the difficulties of these visits. On this occasion he was away
from Misselthwaite Manor until afternoon.
How is he? he asked Mrs. Medlock rather irritably when he arrived.
He will break a blood-vessel in one of those fits some day. The boy is
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