The Secret Garden Page #2

then you might say that Mrs. Medlocks

Mr. Cravens servant and thee are .....

. . thy are Mr. Cravens niece . so in a manner of speaking I'm thy servant.

Aye !

What's so funny?

I'm always laughing

Martha

In a minute

Martha!

In a minute!

Wait . . . eh but thars thin

My pillow's on the floor, pick it up!

What thy needs is exercise

Fresh air , good food and exercise a plenty

That's what my mother says will do for the skinniest

and she should know, my mother, she was raising 10 of us

I said my pillows on the floor, pick it up.

Oh pick it up by yourself and have a bit of exercise

. . for start thee

I want another servant!

In India it's the custom for servants to do as they're told.

and she doesn't laugh!

My servant never laughs ... never!

I hate you !!

My Uncle doesn't want to see me and

. . nobody will do as I say. I can't go anywhere

Aye . . dreadful

Get away from me! GO AWAY !!

There there now ...

Their feels strange here

After thy've had thy porridge and got thy self dressed

Thy can go out and play

My brother Dickon will be coming up to see thee

Your brother ?

Aye . . . . . Dickon . . . thy like Dickon

What a wonder, for growing things and the animals

Half lives on the moors he does

almost like an animal himself

My mother told him to go and play with that poor child, she said

all by herself , up in that great lone house

Thay'll be a right fond of Dickon

I never saw such a servant

Does thoust think I play with thy brother

I ..I mean do you think I play with your brother ?

I hate him I hate him I hate you!

Go away!

Aye . .

Get thee self dressed

Wait a minute

Aren't you going to dress me?

What!

Well in India it's the custom

Thy canna dress thyself ?

Of course I can, it's just . . . .

I do not eat porridge

I said, I do not eat porridge

It's breakfast

I don't want any breakfast, Mrs. Medlock, . . . I'm going for a walk in the garden

Well don't be so cocky about it

Go away go away GO AWAY

That's frightened him

Now be the most quiet

Com on, did she frighten ye

Com on then com on

Thou must be the one from India

I'm Mary Lennox

Aye

I'm Dickon

My sister Martha swore they'd be black

at least dark brown

Hmmph!!

That's frightened him

What are you doing here? Where did you come from?

I came to the moor place

I've watched you go bout the garden

There's no way in

In where?

The 'Secret Garden' .

He locked the gate long years ago

Who locked the gate ?

The master . . . Mr Craven

Thy Uncle

What you know about

I know what's said

He locked the gate and buried the key

and neer a souls been in there since

I don't believe you

you know why I don't believe you, . because there isn't any gate . . . I looked

Yeah so ave I

Com on com on com on then

You know everything, . don't you?

Only what's said

Who cares about an old garden, I don't

That's why thee run about it so often ?

What were you doing, hiding in the bushes watching me

I came to play with thee

My mother said thy might be lonely

Well I'm not

and I don't play with any servants brother

I've never heard of anything so ridiculous

Thar can just go home . . . . I mean you can just go home

Thou must learn not to frighten animals

My mother sends thee a skippin rope

A what?

A skippin rope

Tha can play with a skippin rope

Dickon, I .....

Hey for a young lady that took no porridge for breakfast, are suddenly making up at tea time

I'm not hungry I'm just eating

Give me another biscuit

The rate thou going thy'll soon resemble something lovelier than a slat

Hey . . . . What's that?

A skipping rope . . . any fool knows that

So thy saw Dickon

Did thy ever meet such a lad?

No I haven't

So that's what you do with it

Of course

. . Any fool knows that . . .

Do you mean to tell me in India, they have no skipping ropes?

very undignified

Can you hand me another biscuit

Aye . . . .

Martha?

Why would someone lock up a garden and bury the key?

So Dickon told you?

I was just wondering

How long it's been locked up ?

I'm just a servant maid, I have no head for such matters

Martha

I heard somebody crying last night when I went to the ...

I'm sure I heard somebody cry

It was the scullery maid

Aye it was last night

Yes she had a toothache

What a fearful row

Mrs. Medlock said it was the wind

Oh . . . . She did?

Martha

Has my Uncle left the landing yet

He leaves tonight Miss

Why thou ask?

I'm going to see my Uncle. I don't care whether he wants to see me or not.

You'll speak to Mrs. Medlock

This is the funniest house I ever seen in all my life

Gardens locked up, rooms you can't go into

People crying and nobody will say anything

I'll make my Uncle explain things

Child, thy does not know thy Uncle

Mary!

Mary !!

Mary !!!

Mary ?

Martha !

Martha!!!

You !

What you doing here, what you want?

I want to go back to my room

Next time you'll stay where you belong

Mrs. Medlock . . . . . . . I

What was in that room ?

Go to bed

Where have you been ?

No where

Your Uncle wants to see you. He's leaving for London.

I don't want to see him

Mary !

Your Uncle wants to see you

We're keeping him waiting

Miss Mary, Sir.

Come closer

Closer

Yes Sir

I hoped you might be beautiful

No Sir

You're welcome in this house

I shall be leaving for London in a few minutes, I spend as little time here myself as possible

You'll be alone

You'll find my being away of no great loss to you . . . .

I'm not amusing, . . . I keep to myself, . . . I have my books,

I drink

I'd hoped you might be beautiful

Is anything particular you want ?

No Sir

Is there anything you care to ask me? I shall be gone a long time

Yes Sir, Just . . .

Just what ?

Who's the Lady in the picture?

My wife, she's dead. She died 10 years ago.

This is an excellent house for bitterness

for regret

for anger against the Gods!

It's a poor house for children Mary.

But perhaps you're equal to it

I'm not, goodnight . . .

One

One

Bother !!!

Oh !

. . . Hello I'm Mary Lennox from India

Who are you?

I'm Ben Weatherstaff and I'm the head gardener

and I come from here abouts

What was thou doin beside the wall ?

The wall . . er what wall ?

Oh, oh I was just skipping rope, I'm always skipping rope.

Lets see thee skippin

Oh I don't feel like it right now

Mr Weatherstaff, what kind of bird is that ?

Him? A Raven

Has thee never seen a raven before ?

Well in India we have lots of other birds

Oh Look at you . .

Why he likes me !

Thay might say it comes natural

Thar and me, we have faces like pickles

He likes me, he likes thee

Does he live on the other side of the wall ?

Aye . . . . Perhaps

Have you ever been on the other side of the wall Mr. Weatherstaff ?

Why does thar ask ?

Oh I was just wondering

Have you ?

Perhaps

In the old days

How long has it been locked up?

Ten years, . . come Summer

Ten years ?

What of that ?

Oh Nothing

My Uncle just happened to mention

We were having a little talking

and he said Mrs. Craven ....

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