added Mary cleverly,
‘we can find a boy to push you in your wheelchair,if you can't walk,and we can go there together without any other people.You'll feel better outside.I know I do.’ ‘I'd like that,’he said dreamily.‘I think I'd like fresh air,in a secret garden.’ Then Mary told him about the moor,and Dickon,and Ben Weatherstaff,and the robin,and Golin listened to it all with great interest.He began to smile and look much happier. ‘I like having you here,’he said.‘You must come and see me every day.But I'm tired now.’