The secret garden — Chapter Four The Robin and the gardener

　　Suddenly Mary heard the sweet sound of a bird singing. The bird was sitting on the tree tops, in the area on the other side of the orchard. It was almost as if he had seen Mary, and was calling to her. The bird had a little brown body and a bright red chest. His song was pretty. Mary listened to him sing, and his cheerful song gave her a nice feeling. Even a sour, unpleasant little girl can be lonely. The strange, walled gardens, the quiet house, and the wide grasslands made Mary feel as if there was no one in the world but herself. The bird"s happy little song brought a look to Mary"s face. It was almost a smile. Soon the bird flew away. "Perhaps he lives in the mysterious garden, and knows all about it," Mary thought.

　　Mary walked back through the green doors to the first kitchen garden, where the old man was working. She stood watching him, in her strange unfriendly way. "I have been into the other gardens," she said.

　　"There was nothing to stop you," said the man.

　　"I went into the orchard."

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