Oh!' said Mary. That was good news. She would have all summer in the secret garden before he came back. Bur
she must be careful. He mustn't guess her secret now.
Just then Mrs Medlock arrived, in her best black dress, to take Mary down to Mr Craven's room.
Mary's uncle had black hair with some white in it, and high, crooked shoulders. His face was not ugly, but very
sad. During their conversation he watched her in a worried
way. Perhaps he was thinking of other things at the same time.
He looked at the thin child. 'Are you well?' he asked. Mary tried to keep her voice calm as she replied,
'I'm getting stronger and healthier.'