The Secret Garden Page #4

I'm afraid they sealed the door

Dickon !

Oh Dickon

Thar ?

Ah true . . . . Tis dinner time

The key Dickon !

Oh . . . . Open it up Dickon . . .please

Grand me Mary an none else have seen this in 10 years

How that old bush would bloom with a bit of pruning

Why you could come Dickon, there will be known success

Lilacs

Such Lilacs

What are Lilacs ?

Has never seen Lilacs ?

Mary. . .

In India thy never spied a lilac bush in bloom ?

Thy'll see Lilacs

Dickon !

Dickon look, somethings coming up already

Daffodils

I can't tell you what a daffodils like, except it's yellow

Oh Dickon we can take care of them

Aye, we can come here everyday

We can dig around them and get rid of all those weeds

We can make it just the way it used to be

and nobody would know, just us . . .

Oh, what a secret . .

Aye !

What . . .

two ?

Colin said his mother had an accident

that a tree fell on her or a limb or something

you don't suppose ?

Aye . . .

Just the two of them . .

they were taking their tea . .

Mr. Craven over there

Oh how dreadful . .

He locked up the garden and left things just as they were

Could be . .

I always heard it was her garden

and none came here but just herself

and the master

and ole Ben Weatherstaff

Ben ?

Aye . . he tended it

Just the two of them . . . . .taking their tea. . .

and then

the limb of the tree

fallen from nowhere . . . .

Poor Mr. Craven

What a terrible accident

Dickon !

Oh . . . . . . Mary . . .

I just didn't want to look at it any longer

Aye

But he couldn't have. . . .

Colin said how his father loved . .

and it he loved her . . .

it must have been an accident

it just must have . . . .

Aye

A man . . . let's say . . .who had done a bad thing

he'd not leave his axe for all to see

Of course he did lock up the garden and bury the key

Well . . . all the same

of the master . . . I've not seen him . . .

but from all I've heard tell . . . he's a shy and a crippled man . .

Thar's met him Mary

would . . thar say he was the sort of a man to . . . .

. . to . .

I don't know Dickon

Mary . . it's ten long years

and I can't put my mind on dead things in the Spring time

I'm not going to think about it either

I'm not going to think about it one bit !

Thou's not such a bad looking lass at that

Why, thou's blushing like a beet

Now we need a hoe

Two hoes, one for you and one for me

You might make a list of what we need

We have to have something to cut away all that dead stuff

I hate dead stuff, don't you ?

Thou's an odd one, Mary

Why I'm not odd, one bit

I don't know what you're talking about

It's lunchtime and I'm hungry

I'll meet you here at two o'clock

Dickon ?

Did you really mean what you said about . . . .

. .that I'm not so bad looking ?

There they were . .

Lions all around me !

I'll finish the story some other time | Mary Lennox!

I told Martha that if you didn't tell me stories this afternoon, I'd have a tantrum !

But if Mrs. Medlock should find out | I'll fire Mrs. Medlock

She has to do what I say, everybody has to do what I say

Now you finish that story

Well the lions attacked me of course

And the elephants ? Well the lions attacked me of course

And the elephants ?

So the elephants were tame, they were helping me

What'd you do ?

Well I hid behind the tree like this . .

and the elephants all lined up in front of me like this . . .

The lions were over there . .

and they all roared like this . .

and the elephants all went with their trunks like this . .

What time is it ?

It's only three o'clock

What . .what happened then ?

Never mind what happened then ?

You're not going to go ? What happened then ?

Well I ran home, the last I heard, the elephants were fighting the lions

Your story doesn't come out very well

Well it's a true story

If it doesn't come out well, I can't help it

I forbid you to leave until you make the story come out better

You forbid me !

Or you want to play with me instead, whichever you choose

I'll play with you some other time. . .

I have to meet Dickon

Who's Dickon ?

Oh a boy I know

I don't like him !

You don't like anything

I do !

I want you to stay here and play with me

Oh Colin, I don't want you to be angry with me . .

but I promised Dickon

Like a not, some common and dirty little boy!

He is not !!!

Common dirty common dirty

Don't you talk that way about Dickon !!

Why he's the most wonderful . . .

..the most... I'm leaving !!

Here I am ill, . . I can't walk . . and you won't stay and play with me

Oh Colin, please stop crying

I can't help it if I cry

I'm not happy

I want somebody to play with me

You won't play with me . . you don't like me !!

Oh stop it, I do like you !

You don't ! You don't ! You don't !!

I can't walk like other boys, I'm ill . .

You don't care, you don't even care if I'll ever live to grow up

Oh stop it, you'll live as long as I will !

I won't I won't !!

You will, you will !!

and in future | Get out of here!!!

Get out of here, I hate you, I hate you, I hate you, I don't ever want to see you again !!!

Make her go away !

No one asked her here, I can't make her go away !

You good for nothing little scamp

Why I could cut off your head!!

You frightful child, can't you see that he's ill ?

But Mrs. Medlock . . Get out of this room !

I told you to stay away

If I ever find you here again I'll have to talk to your uncle

You understand me !?

You're only living here by your uncle's kindness

Did you hear what I said ?

yes Mrs. Medlock

Oh I'm so ill, Mrs. Medlock

What a wretched child. . .

I'll die Mrs. Medlock

I want to die

There there I've got dear Doctor Griddlestone to see you

She wouldn't go

. . and I couldn't get out of bed . .

Poor boy . .

Our poor helpless boy

We'll never let this happen again

Will we Mrs. Medlock ?

Never !

Never . .

Poor boy . . .

Now . . have you been taking all the medicine I left you last time ?

Oh yes Doctor Griddlestone

And I'm sure that you've kept the windows closed

and the irons . . .

You've kept the irons on the legs . . .constantly ?

Oh Yes Doctor

The pulse is a trifle weak

My garden . . . . . . . . . . my very own garden

Hello

Dickon will come back soon

His spelling isn't very good but he'll come back

Then we'll help all we can

Maybe it'll live and grow and have a flower

Just the way we like them

Dickon and I

We may need another hot water bottle . . Hurry Hurry

It's a daffodil

I know

But you don't understand I've never seen a daffodil before

Thou unfeelin child

Did not hear the noise that's being going on since this morning ?

That's a tantrum

Lord have mercy, he'll die of it . . .

He will never die of a tantrum

I know !

Oh Bah !

Get out get out get out !!

I hate you

You're doing all the wrong things

The nerve . . . .

I only said you're doing all the wrong things

Go away child, he's hysterical do you hear . . hysterical

Why of all the nonsense

You act like the children

If you're so clever, go in there yourself

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