The secret garden — Chapter Eleven The bird’s nest

　　"Oh, please -- will you come again and help me do it?" Mary asked. "I"m fatter and stronger now. I won"t get tired. I can dig and pull up weeds, and do whatever you tell me. Do come, Dickon!"

　　"I"ll come every day if you want me," said Dickon firmly. "It"s the most fun I ever had -- waking up a secret garden!"

　　"If you do help me make the garden alive I – I don"t know what I"ll do," said Mary. What could you do for a boy like Dickon?

　　"I’ll tell you what you can do. You"ll get stronger and hungry as a young fox, and learn to talk to the birds like I do. We"ll have a lot of fun," Dickon said with his wide smile.

　　He walked around, looking at the trees and bushes thoughtfully. They talked about what flowers they would plant. They agreed that they didn"t want a clean, neat looking garden. They wanted it to look wild, and natural, and filled with many kinds of flowers. Sitting on the ground, Mary said, "Dickon, you are as nice as Martha said. I like you, and that makes five people. I never thought I would like five people. When I was in India, I hated everyone."

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