"You never see anything if you are ill," said Colin restlessly. He looked like a person listening to 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 he almost boasted about it.
"Oh, I"ve heard it ever since I remember," he answered crossly. "They are always whispering about it and thinking I don"t notice. They wish I would, too."
Mistress Mary felt quite contrary. She pinched her lips together.
"If they wished I would," she said, "I wouldn"t. Who wishes you would?"
"The servants-and of course Dr. Craven because he would get Misselthwaite and be rich instead of poor. He daren"t say so, but he always looks cheerful when I am worse. When I had typhoid fever his face got quite fat. I think my 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 if he were thinking. And there was quite a long silence. Perhaps they were both of them thinking strange things children do not usually think. "I like the grand doctor from 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 I hated whispering. I heard him say one thing quite aloud. He said, "The lad might live if he would make up his mind to it. Put him in the humor." It sounded as if he was in a temper."
"I"ll tell you who would put you in the humor, perhaps," said Mary reflecting. She felt as if she would like this thing to be settled one way or the other. "I believe d.i.c.kon 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-or looking down at the earth to see something growing. He has such round blue eyes and they are so wide open with looking about. And he laughs such a big laugh with his wide mouth-and his cheeks are as red-as red as cherries." She pulled her stool nearer to the sofa and her expression quite changed at the remembrance of the wide curving mouth and 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 us talk and talk about d.i.c.kon. And then we will look at your pictures."
It was the best thing she could have said. To talk about d.i.c.kon meant to talk about the moor and about the cottage and the fourteen people who lived in it on sixteen shillings a week-and the children who got fat on the moor gra.s.s like the wild ponies. And about d.i.c.kon"s mother-and the skipping-rope-and the moor with the sun on it-and about pale green points sticking up out of the black sod. And it was all so alive that Mary talked more than she had ever talked before-and Colin both talked and listened as he had never done either before. And they both began to laugh over nothings as children will when they are happy together. And they laughed so that in the end they were making as much noise as if they had been two ordinary healthy natural ten-year-old creatures-instead of a hard, little, unloving girl and a sickly boy who believed that he was going to die.
They enjoyed themselves so much that they forgot the pictures and they forgot about the time. They had been laughing quite loudly over Ben Weatherstaff and his robin, and Colin was actually sitting up as if he had forgotten about his weak back, when he suddenly remembered something. "Do you know there is one thing we have never once thought of," he said. "We are cousins."
It seemed so queer that they had talked so much and never remembered 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 walked Dr. Craven and Mrs. Medlock.
Dr. Craven started in actual alarm and Mrs. Medlock almost fell back because he had accidentally b.u.mped against her.
"Good Lord!" exclaimed poor Mrs. Medlock with her eyes almost 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 nor Mrs. Medlock"s terror were of the slightest consequence. He was as little disturbed or frightened as if an elderly cat and dog had walked into the room.
"This is my cousin, Mary Lennox," he said. "I asked her to come and talk to me. I like her. She must come and 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-they all have their orders."
"n.o.body told her anything," said Colin. "She heard me 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 it was 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 up her tea with mine. We will have tea together."
Mrs. Medlock and Dr. Craven looked at each other in a troubled 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 this morning before she came into the room."
"She came into the room last night. She stayed with me a long time. She sang a Hindustani song to me and it made me go to sleep," said Colin. "I was better when I wakened up. I wanted my breakfast. I want my tea now. Tell nurse, Medlock."
Dr. Craven did not stay very long. He talked to the nurse for a few minutes when she came into the room and said a few words of warning to Colin. He must not talk too much; he must not forget that he was ill; he must not forget that he was very easily tired. Mary thought that there seemed to be a number of uncomfortable things he was not to forget.
Colin looked fretful and kept his strange black-lashed eyes fixed on Dr. Craven"s face.
"I want to forget it," he said at last. "She makes me forget 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 on the large stool. She had become a stiff, silent child again as soon as he entered and he could not see what the attraction was. The boy actually did look brighter, however-and he sighed rather heavily as he went down the corridor.
"They are always wanting me to eat things when I don"t want to," said Colin, as the nurse brought in the tea and put it on the table by the sofa. "Now, if you"ll eat I will. Those m.u.f.fins look so nice and hot. Tell me about Rajahs."
CHAPTER XV
NEST BUILDING
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 d.i.c.kon, 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 d.i.c.kon 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 just going to give up the case because she was so sick of him, but she says she doesn"t mind staying now you"ve gone on duty with her," laughing a little.
In her talks with Colin, Mary had tried to be very cautious about the secret garden. There were certain things she wanted to find out from him, but she felt that she must find them out without asking him direct questions. In the first place, as she began to like to be with him, she wanted to discover whether he was the kind of boy you could tell a secret to. He was not in the least like d.i.c.kon, but he was evidently so pleased with the idea of a garden no one knew anything about that she thought perhaps he could be trusted. But she had not known him long enough to be sure. The second thing she wanted to find out was this: If he could be trusted-if he really could-wouldn"t it be possible to take him to the garden without having any one find it out? The grand doctor had said that he must have fresh air and Colin had said that he would not mind fresh air in a secret garden. Perhaps if he had a great deal of fresh air and knew d.i.c.kon and the robin and saw things growing he might not think so much about dying. Mary had seen herself in the gla.s.s sometimes lately when she had realized that she looked quite a different creature from the child she had seen when she arrived from India. This child looked nicer. Even Martha had seen a change in her.
"Th" air from th" moor has done thee good already," she had said. "Tha"rt not nigh so yeller and tha"rt not nigh so scrawny. Even tha" hair doesn"t slamp down on tha" head so flat. It"s got some life in it so as it sticks out a bit."
"It"s like me," said Mary. "It"s growing stronger and fatter. I"m sure there"s more of it."