The moor was hidden in mist when the morning came,and the rain had not stopped pouring down. There couldbe no going out of doors. Martha was so busy that Maryhad no opportunity of talking to her, but in the afternoonshe asked her to come and sit with her in the nursery.

She came bringing the stocking she was always knittingwhen she was doing nothing else.

"What's the matter with thee?" she asked as soon as theysat down. "Tha' looks as if tha'd somethin' to say.""I have. I have found out what the crying was,"said Mary.

Martha let her knitting drop on her knee and gazedat her with startled eyes.

"Tha' hasn't!" she exclaimed. "Never!""I heard it in the night," Mary went on. "And I gotup and went to see where it came from. It was Colin.

I found him."Martha's face became red with fright.

"Eh! Miss Mary!" she said half crying. "Tha' shouldn'thave done it--tha' shouldn't! Tha'll get me in trouble.

I never told thee nothin' about him--but tha'll get mein trouble. I shall lose my place and what'll mother do!""You won't lose your place," said Mary. "He was glad I came.

We talked and talked and he said he was glad I came.""Was he?" cried Martha. "Art tha' sure? Tha'

doesn't know what he's like when anything vexes him.

He's a big lad to cry like a baby, but when he'sin a passion he'll fair scream just to frighten us.

He knows us daren't call our souls our own.""He wasn't vexed," said Mary. "I asked him if I should goaway and he made me stay. He asked me questions and Isat on a big footstool and talked to him about Indiaand about the robin and gardens. He wouldn't let me go.

He let me see his mother's picture. Before I left him Isang him to sleep."Martha fairly gasped with amazement.

"I can scarcely believe thee!" she protested.

"It's as if tha'd walked straight into a lion's den.

If he'd been like he is most times he'd have throwed himselfinto one of his tantrums and roused th' house. He won'tlet strangers look at him.""He let me look at him. I looked at him all the timeand he looked at me. We stared!" said Mary.

"I don't know what to do!" cried agitated Martha.

"If Mrs. Medlock finds out, she'll think I broke ordersand told thee and I shall be packed back to mother.""He is not going to tell Mrs. Medlock anything about it yet.

It's to be a sort of secret just at first," said Mary firmly.

"And he says everybody is obliged to do as he pleases.""Aye, that's true enough--th' bad lad!" sighed Martha,wiping her forehead with her apron.

"He says Mrs. Medlock must. And he wants me to come and talkto him every day. And you are to tell me when he wants me.""Me!" said Martha; "I shall lose my place--I shall for sure!""You can't if you are doing what he wants you to doand everybody is ordered to obey him," Mary argued.

"Does tha' mean to say," cried Martha with wide open eyes,"that he was nice to thee!""I think he almost liked me," Mary answered.

"Then tha' must have bewitched him!" decided Martha,drawing a long breath.

"Do you mean Magic?" inquired Mary. "I've heard about Magicin India, but I can't make it. I just went into his roomand I was so surprised to see him I stood and stared.

And then he turned round and stared at me. And he thoughtI was a ghost or a dream and I thought perhaps he was.

And it was so queer being there alone together in themiddle of the night and not knowing about each other.

And we began to ask each other questions. And when I askedhim if I must go away he said I must not.""Th' world's comin' to a end!" gasped Martha.

"What is the matter with him?" asked Mary.

"Nobody knows for sure and certain," said Martha.

"Mr. Craven went off his head like when he was born.

Th' doctors thought he'd have to be put in a 'sylum.

It was because Mrs. Craven died like I told you.

He wouldn't set eyes on th' baby. He just raved and saidit'd be another hunchback like him and it'd better die.""Is Colin a hunchback?" Mary asked. "He didn't looklike one.""He isn't yet," said Martha. "But he began all wrong.

Mother said that there was enough trouble and raging in th'

house to set any child wrong. They was afraid his backwas weak an' they've always been takin' care of it--keepin'

him lyin' down and not lettin' him walk. Once they madehim wear a brace but he fretted so he was downright ill.

Then a big doctor came to see him an' made them take it off.

He talked to th' other doctor quite rough--in a polite way.

He said there'd been too much medicine and too much lettin'

him have his own way.""I think he's a very spoiled boy," said Mary.

"He's th' worst young nowt as ever was!" said Martha.

"I won't say as he hasn't been ill a good bit.

He's had coughs an' colds that's nearly killed him twoor three times. Once he had rheumatic fever an' once hehad typhoid. Eh! Mrs. Medlock did get a fright then.

He'd been out of his head an' she was talkin' to th'

nurse, thinkin' he didn't know nothin', an' she said,'He'll die this time sure enough, an' best thing for him an'

for everybody.' An' she looked at him an' there hewas with his big eyes open, starin' at her as sensibleas she was herself. She didn't know wha'd happen but hejust stared at her an' says, 'You give me some water an'

stop talkin'.'""Do you think he will die?" asked Mary.

"Mother says there's no reason why any child should livethat gets no fresh air an' doesn't do nothin' but lieon his back an' read picture-books an' take medicine.

He's weak and hates th' trouble o' bein' taken out o'

doors, an' he gets cold so easy he says it makes him ill."Mary sat and looked at the fire. "I wonder," she said slowly,"if it would not do him good to go out into a gardenand watch things growing. It did me good.""One of th' worst fits he ever had," said Martha, "was onetime they took him out where the roses is by the fountain.

He'd been readin' in a paper about people gettin'

somethin' he called 'rose cold' an' he began to sneeze an'

said he'd got it an' then a new gardener as didn'tknow th' rules passed by an' looked at him curious.

He threw himself into a passion an' he said he'dlooked at him because he was going to be a hunchback.

He cried himself into a fever an' was ill all night.""If he ever gets angry at me, I'll never go and seehim again," said Mary.

"He'll have thee if he wants thee," said Martha.

"Tha' may as well know that at th' start."Very soon afterward a bell rang and she rolled upher knitting.

"I dare say th' nurse wants me to stay with him a bit,"she said. "I hope he's in a good temper."She was out of the room about ten minutes and then shecame back with a puzzled expression.

"Well, tha' has bewitched him," she said. "He's up on hissofa with his picture-books. He's told the nurse to stayaway until six o'clock. I'm to wait in the next room.

Th' minute she was gone he called me to him an' says, 'I wantMary Lennox to come and talk to me, and remember you'renot to tell any one.' You'd better go as quick as you can."Mary was quite willing to go quickly. She did not wantto see Colin as much as she wanted to see Dickon;but she wanted to see him very much.

There was a bright fire on the hearth when she enteredhis room, and in the daylight she saw it was a verybeautiful room indeed. There were rich colors in therugs and hangings and pictures and books on the wallswhich made it look glowing and comfortable even in spiteof the gray sky and falling rain. Colin looked ratherlike a picture himself. He was wrapped in a velvetdressing-gown and sat against a big brocaded cushion.

He had a red spot on each cheek.

"Come in," he said. "I've been thinking about youall morning.""I've been thinking about you, too," answered Mary.

"You don't know how frightened Martha is. She saysMrs. Medlock will think she told me about you and then shewill be sent away."He frowned.

"Go and tell her to come here," he said. "She isin the next room."Mary went and brought her back. Poor Martha was shakingin her shoes. Colin was still frowning.

"Have you to do what I please or have you not?" he demanded.

"I have to do what you please, sir," Martha faltered,turning quite red.

"Has Medlock to do what I please?""Everybody has, sir," said Martha.

"Well, then, if I order you to bring Miss Mary to me,how can Medlock send you away if she finds it out?""Please don't let her, sir," pleaded Martha.

"I'll send her away if she dares to say a word about sucha thing," said Master Craven grandly. "She wouldn'tlike that, I can tell you.""Thank you, sir," bobbing a curtsy, "I want to do my duty, sir.""What I want is your duty" said Colin more grandly still.

"I'll take care of you. Now go away."When the door closed behind Martha, Colin found MistressMary gazing at him as if he had set her wondering.

"Why do you look at me like that?" he asked her.

"What are you thinking about?""I am thinking about two things.""What are they? Sit down and tell me.""This is the first one," said Mary, seating herself on thebig stool. "Once in India I saw a boy who was a Rajah.

He had rubies and emeralds and diamonds stuck all over him.

He spoke to his people just as you spoke to Martha.

Everybody had to do everything he told them--in a minute.

I think they would have been killed if they hadn't.""I shall make you tell me about Rajahs presently," he said,"but first tell me what the second thing was.""I was thinking," said Mary, "how different you arefrom Dickon.""Who is Dickon?" he said. "What a queer name!"She might as well tell him, she thought she could talkabout Dickon without mentioning the secret garden. She hadliked to hear Martha talk about him. Besides, she longedto talk about him. It would seem to bring him nearer.

"He is Martha's brother. He is twelve years old,"she explained. "He is not like any one else in the world.

He can charm foxes and squirrels and birds just as thenatives in India charm snakes. He plays a very soft tuneon a pipe and they come and listen."There were some big books on a table at his side and hedragged one suddenly toward him. "There is a pictureof a snake-charmer in this," he exclaimed. "Come and lookat it"The book was a beautiful one with superb coloredillustrations and he turned to one of them.

"Can he do that?" he asked eagerly.

"He played on his pipe and they listened," Mary explained.

"But he doesn't call it Magic. He says it's because helives on the moor so much and he knows their ways. He sayshe feels sometimes as if he was a bird or a rabbit himself,he likes them so. I think he asked the robin questions.

It seemed as if they talked to each other in soft chirps."Colin lay back on his cushion and his eyes grew largerand larger and the spots on his cheeks burned.

"Tell me some more about him," he said.

"He knows all about eggs and nests," Mary went on.

"And he knows where foxes and badgers and otters live.

He keeps them secret so that other boys won't find their holesand frighten them. He knows about everything that growsor lives on the moor.""Does he like the moor?" said Colin. "How can hewhen it's such a great, bare, dreary place?""It's the most beautiful place," protested Mary.

"Thousands of lovely things grow on it and there arethousands of little creatures all busy building nestsand making holes and burrows and chippering or singingor squeaking to each other. They are so busy and havingsuch fun under the earth or in the trees or heather.

It's their world.""How do you know all that?" said Colin, turning on hiselbow to look at her.

"I have never been there once, really," said Marysuddenly remembering. "I only drove over it in the dark.

I thought it was hideous. Martha told me about it firstand then Dickon. When Dickon talks about it you feelas if you saw things and heard them and as if you werestanding in the heather with the sun shining and the gorsesmelling like honey--and all full of bees and butterflies.""You never see anything if you are ill," saidColin restlessly. He looked like a person listeningto a new sound in the distance and wondering what it was.

"You can't if you stay in a room, " said Mary.

"I couldn't go on the moor" he said in a resentful tone.

Mary was silent for a minute and then she said something bold.

"You might--sometime."He moved as if he were startled.

"Go on the moor! How could I? I am going to die.""How do you know?" said Mary unsympathetically.

She didn't like the way he had of talking about dying.

She did not feel very sympathetic. She felt rather as if healmost boasted about it.

"Oh, I've heard it ever since I remember," he answered crossly.

"They are always whispering about it and thinkingI don't notice. They wish I would, too."Mistress Mary felt quite contrary. She pinched herlips together.

"If they wished I would," she said, "I wouldn't. Whowishes you would?""The servants--and of course Dr. Craven because he wouldget Misselthwaite and be rich instead of poor. He daren'tsay so, but he always looks cheerful when I am worse.

When I had typhoid fever his face got quite fat. I thinkmy father wishes it, too.""I don't believe he does," said Mary quite obstinately.

That made Colin turn and look at her again.

"Don't you?" he said.

And then he lay back on his cushion and was still, as ifhe were thinking. And there was quite a long silence.

Perhaps they were both of them thinking strange thingschildren do not usually think. "I like the grand doctorfrom London, because he made them take the iron thing off,"said Mary at last "Did he say you were going to die?""No.".

"What did he say?""He didn't whisper," Colin answered. "Perhaps he knew Ihated whispering. I heard him say one thing quite aloud.

He said, 'The lad might live if he would make up his mindto it. Put him in the humor.' It sounded as if he wasin a temper.""I'll tell you who would put you in the humor, perhaps,"said Mary reflecting. She felt as if she would like thisthing to be settled one way or the other. "I believeDickon would. He's always talking about live things.

He never talks about dead things or things that are ill.

He's always looking up in the sky to watch birds flying--orlooking down at the earth to see something growing.

He has such round blue eyes and they are so wide open withlooking about. And he laughs such a big laugh with his widemouth--and his cheeks are as red--as red as cherries."She pulled her stool nearer to the sofa and her expressionquite changed at the remembrance of the wide curving mouthand wide open eyes.

"See here," she said. "Don't let us talk about dying;I don't like it. Let us talk about living. Let ustalk and talk about Dickon. And then we will look atyour pictures."It was the best thing she could have said. To talk aboutDickon meant to talk about the moor and about the cottageand the fourteen people who lived in it on sixteen shillingsa week--and the children who got fat on the moor grasslike the wild ponies. And about Dickon's mother--andthe skipping-rope--and the moor with the sun on it--andabout pale green points sticking up out of the black sod.

And it was all so alive that Mary talked more than she hadever talked before--and Colin both talked and listened as hehad never done either before. And they both began to laughover nothings as children will when they are happy together.

And they laughed so that in the end they were makingas much noise as if they had been two ordinary healthynatural ten-year-old creatures--instead of a hard, little,unloving girl and a sickly boy who believed that he was going todie.

They enjoyed themselves so much that they forgot thepictures and they forgot about the time. They had beenlaughing quite loudly over Ben Weatherstaff and his robin,and Colin was actually sitting up as if he had forgottenabout his weak back, when he suddenly remembered something.

"Do you know there is one thing we have never oncethought of," he said. "We are cousins."It seemed so queer that they had talked so much and neverremembered this simple thing that they laughed more than ever,because they had got into the humor to laugh at anything.

And in the midst of the fun the door opened and in walkedDr. Craven and Mrs. Medlock.

Dr. Craven started in actual alarm and Mrs. Medlock almostfell back because he had accidentally bumped against her.

"Good Lord!" exclaimed poor Mrs. Medlock with her eyesalmost starting out of her head. "Good Lord!""What is this?" said Dr. Craven, coming forward.

"What does it mean?"Then Mary was reminded of the boy Rajah again.

Colin answered as if neither the doctor's alarm norMrs. Medlock's terror were of the slightest consequence.

He was as little disturbed or frightened as if an elderlycat and dog had walked into the room.

"This is my cousin, Mary Lennox," he said. "I askedher to come and talk to me. I like her. She must comeand talk to me whenever I send for her."Dr. Craven turned reproachfully to Mrs. Medlock.

"Oh, sir" she panted. "I don't know how it's happened.

There's not a servant on the place tha'd dare to talk--theyall have their orders.""Nobody told her anything," said Colin. "She heardme crying and found me herself. I am glad she came.

Don't be silly, Medlock."Mary saw that Dr. Craven did not look pleased, but itwas quite plain that he dare not oppose his patient.

He sat down by Colin and felt his pulse.

"I am afraid there has been too much excitement.

Excitement is not good for you, my boy," he said.

"I should be excited if she kept away," answered Colin,his eyes beginning to look dangerously sparkling.

"I am better. She makes me better. The nurse must bring upher tea with mine. We will have tea together."Mrs. Medlock and Dr. Craven looked at each other in atroubled way, but there was evidently nothing to be done.

"He does look rather better, sir," ventured Mrs. Medlock.

"But"--thinking the matter over--"he looked better thismorning before she came into the room.""She came into the room last night. She stayed with mea long time. She sang a Hindustani song to me and itmade me go to sleep," said Colin. "I was better when Iwakened up. I wanted my breakfast. I want my tea now.

Tell nurse, Medlock."Dr. Craven did not stay very long. He talked to the nursefor a few minutes when she came into the room and said a fewwords of warning to Colin. He must not talk too much;he must not forget that he was ill; he must not forgetthat he was very easily tired. Mary thought that thereseemed to be a number of uncomfortable things he was notto forget.

Colin looked fretful and kept his strange black-lashedeyes fixed on Dr. Craven's face.

"I want to forget it," he said at last. "She makes meforget it. That is why I want her."Dr. Craven did not look happy when he left the room.

He gave a puzzled glance at the little girl sitting onthe large stool. She had become a stiff, silent childagain as soon as he entered and he could not see whatthe attraction was. The boy actually did look brighter,however--and he sighed rather heavily as he went downthe corridor.

"They are always wanting me to eat things when I don'twant to," said Colin, as the nurse brought in the teaand put it on the table by the sofa. "Now, if you'lleat I will. Those muffins look so nice and hot.

Tell me about Rajahs."