To plant seeds in…to make them come alive!
Mary went on bravely.
It was too hot in India, so I was always ill and tired there.
But here it's different.I love the garden.
He passed a hand quickly over his eyes.
Then he looked kindly at Mary.
I knew someone once who loved growing things, like you.
Yes, child, take as much of the garden as you want.
He smiled gently at her.
Now leave me.
I'm very tired.
Mary ran all the way back to her room.
Martha! she shouted.
‘Mr Graven's really a nice man, but he looks very unhappy.
He said I can have my own garden!
She was planning to work in the garden with Dickon every day, to make it beautiful for the summer.