until he was inside the four high walls,
and the door was shut again.
Then he looked round at the roses climbing the old red walls,
the pink and white flowers on the fruit trees,
and the birds and the butterflies everywhere.
The sun warmed his face,
and he suddenly knew he felt different.
Mary! Dickon! he cried.
I'm going to get better! I'm going to live for ever and ever and ever!
As Dickon pushed the wheelchair all round the garden,
he told Colin the names of all the plants.