In the spring they'll show green shoots, and then - But why are you so interested in roses? he asked. Mary's face went red. I just...wanted to pretend I've got a garden. I haven't got anyone to play with. 'Well, that's true,' said Ben. He seemed to feel sorry for her. Mary decided she liked old Ben, although he was sometimes bad-tempered. She skipped along and into the wood at the end of the gardens.