The secret garden — Chapter Eleven The bird’s nest

　　"Do you really think so?" Mary whispered excitedly. "I"m so glad! I want everything to be alive. Let"s go around the garden and see!"

　　Dickon was as excited as she was. They went around the garden testing all the rose branches and bushes. "The weakest branches have died, but the stronger ones are still alive. If all the old wood is cut out, and everything is taken care of, why, there will be a fountain of roses here this summer!" Dickon said.

　　Mary learned to tell which wood was alive, and which was dead. Dickon showed her how to use the garden tools. They were busy working on one rose bush when Dickon said with surprise, "Why, who did that there?"

　　He was pointing to the little space Mary had made for the little green flower shoots.

　　"I did it," said Mary. "Those flower shoots were so little, and they looked like they couldn"t breathe, with all the dead grass and weeds around."

　　"Well, you did that just like a gardener!" Dickon said. "They"ll start growing quickly now. Just you wait and see."

　　He ran all around file garden inspecting Mary"s work. He took handfuls of the dark black soil and smelled it. "There"s a lot of work to be done here," he said happily.

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