"Every one is obliged to do what pleases me,"
he said indifferently. "It makes me ill to be
angry. No one believes I shall live to grow up."

He said it as if he was so accustomed to
the idea that it had ceased to matter to him at
all. He seemed to like the sound of Mary's voice.
As she went on talking he listened in a drowsy, interested
way. Once or twice she wondered if he
were not gradually falling into a doze. But at
last he asked a question which opened up a new
subject.

"How old are you?" he asked.

"I am ten," answered Mary, forgetting herself
for the moment, "and so are you."

"How do you know that?" he demanded in a
surprised voice.

"Because when you were born the garden door
was locked and the key was buried. And it has
been locked for ten years."

Colin half sat up, turning toward her, leaning
on his elbows.

"What garden door was locked? Who did it?
Where was the key buried?" he exclaimed as if he
were suddenly very much interested.

"It -- it was the garden Mr. Craven hates,"
said Mary nervously. "He locked the door.
No one -- no one knew where he buried the key."

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