The secret garden — Chapter Thirteen Colin

　　"Who are you?" he whispered. He looked very scrod. "Are you a ghost?"

　　Mary was just as frightened. "No, I"m not. Are you?"

　　He stared at her. His gray eyes were so big that they made his face look smaller.

　　"No." he said finally. "I am Colin."

　　"Who is Colin?" Mary asked.

　　"I am Colin Craven. Who are you?"

　　"I"m Mary Lennox. Mr. Craven is my uncle," said Mary.

　　"He"s my father," said the boy.

　　Mary was shocked. "He"s your father? But...why didn"t they tell me he had a son?"

　　Colin didn"t answer her immediately. "Come here," he said.

　　Mary walked over to the bed. Colin put out his hand and touched her sleeping gown. "You are real, aren"t you?" he said. "I think you could be a dream."

　　"I"m not a dream," said Mary. "Here, touch my hand. That feels real, doesn"t it? When I came in here, I thought you might be a dream, too."

　　"Where did you come from?"

　　"From my room. I woke up and couldn"t go back to sleep. I heard someone crying, and I wanted to see who it was. Why were you crying?"

　　"Because I couldn"t go to sleep either, and my head hurts. What is your name again?"

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