watched him a few moments in her cold little way.
He took no notice of her and so at last she spoke
to him.

"I have been into the other gardens," she
said.

"There was nothin' to prevent thee," he answered
crustily.

"I went into the orchard."

"There was no dog at th' door to bite thee,"
he answered.

"There was no door there into the other garden,"
said Mary.

"What garden?" he said in a rough voice,
stopping his digging for a moment.

"The one on the other side of the wall," answered
Mistress Mary. "There are trees there -- I
saw the tops of them. A bird with a red
breast was sitting on one of them and he sang."

To her surprise the surly old weather-beaten
face actually changed its expression. A slow smile
spread over it and the gardener looked quite
different. It made her think that it was curious
how much nicer a person looked when he smiled.
She had not thought of it before.

He turned about to the orchard side of his
garden and began to whistle -- a low soft whistle.
She could not understand how such a surly man
could make such a coaxing sound.

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