After another week of rain the high arch of
blue sky appeared again and the sun which
poured down was quite hot. Though there had
been no chance to see either the secret garden or
Dickon, Mistress Mary had enjoyed herself very
much. The week had not seemed long. She had
spent hours of every day with Colin in his room,
talking about Rajahs or gardens or Dickon and the
cottage on the moor. They had looked at the
splendid books and pictures and sometimes Mary
had read things to Colin, and sometimes he had
read a little to her. When he was amused and
interested she thought he scarcely looked like an
invalid at all, except that his face was so colorless
and he was always on the sofa.
"You are a sly young one to listen and get out
of your bed to go following things up like you did
that night," Mrs. Medlock said once. "But
there's no saying it's not been a sort of blessing to
the lot of us. He's not had a tantrum or a whining
fit since you made friends. The nurse was
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