Mary is changing. She is not used to liking people, but she is starting to like Martha and Ben and the garden robin (whom she counts as person). She even likes Martha's family, although she hasn't met them yet. But does she like herself? It's not something she's thought about before.
Natasha continues to read the classic story set in Yorkshire, in the North of England.
THE KEY TO THE GARDEN
Two days after this, when Mary opened her eyes she sat upright in bed
immediately, and called to Martha.
"Look at the moor! Look at the moor!"
The rainstorm had ended and the gray mist and clouds had been swept
away in the night by the wind. The wind itself had ceased and a
brilliant, deep blue sky arched high over the moorland. Never, never
had Mary dreamed of a sky so blue. In India skies were hot and
blazing; this was of a deep cool blue which almost seemed to sparkle
like the waters of some lovely bottomless lake, and here and there,
high, high in the arched blueness floated small clouds of snow-white
fleece. The far-reaching world of the moor itself looked softly blue
instead of gloomy purple-black or awful dreary gray.
"Aye," said Martha with a cheerful grin. "Th' storm's over for a bit.
It does like this at this time o' th' year. It goes off in a night
like it was pretendin' it had never been here an' never meant to come
again. That's because th' springtime's on its way. It's a long way
off yet, but it's comin'."
"I thought perhaps it always rained or looked dark in England," Mary
"Eh! no!" said Martha, sitting up on her heels among her black lead
brushes. "Nowt o' th' soart!"
"What does that mean?" asked Mary seriously. In India the natives
spoke different dialects which only a few people understood, so she was
not surprised when Martha used words she did not know.
Martha laughed as she had done the first morning.
"There now," she said. "I've talked broad Yorkshire again like Mrs.
Medlock said I mustn't. 'Nowt o' th' soart' means
'nothin'-of-the-sort,'" slowly and carefully, "but it takes so long to
say it. Yorkshire's th' sunniest place on earth when it is sunny. I
told thee tha'd like th' moor after a bit. Just you wait till you see
th' gold-colored gorse blossoms an' th' blossoms o' th' broom, an' th'
heather flowerin', all purple bells, an' hundreds o' butterflies
flutterin' an' bees hummin' an' skylarks soarin' up an' singin'. You'll
want to get out on it as sunrise an' live out on it all day like Dickon
does." "Could I ever get there?" asked Mary wistfully, looking through
her window at the far-off blue. It was so new and big and wonderful
and such a heavenly color.
"I don't know," answered Martha. "Tha's never used tha' legs since
tha' was born, it seems to me. Tha' couldn't walk five mile. It's
five mile to our cottage."
"I should like to see your cottage."
Martha stared at her a moment curiously before she took up her
polishing brush and began to rub the grate again. She was thinking
that the small plain face did not look quite as sour at this moment as
it had done the first morning she saw it. It looked just a trifle like
little Susan Ann's when she wanted something very much.
"I'll ask my mother about it," she said. "She's one o' them that
nearly always sees a way to do things. It's my day out today an' I'm
goin' home. Eh! I am glad. Mrs. Medlock thinks a lot o' mother.
Perhaps she could talk to her."
"I like your mother," said Mary.
"I should think tha' did," agreed Martha, polishing away.
"I've never seen her," said Mary.
"No, tha' hasn't," replied Martha.
She sat up on her heels again and rubbed the end of her nose with the
back of her hand as if puzzled for a moment, but she ended quite
"Well, she's that sensible an' hard workin' an' goodnatured an' clean
that no one could help likin' her whether they'd seen her or not. When
I'm goin' home to her on my day out I just jump for joy when I'm
crossin' the moor."
"I like Dickon," added Mary. "And I've never seen him."
"Well," said Martha stoutly, "I've told thee that th' very birds likes
him an' th' rabbits an' wild sheep an' ponies, an' th' foxes
themselves. I wonder," staring at her reflectively, "what Dickon would
think of thee?"
"He wouldn't like me," said Mary in her stiff, cold little way. "No
Martha looked reflective again.
"How does tha' like thysel'?" she inquired, really quite as if she were
curious to know.
Mary hesitated a moment and thought it over.
"Not at all--really," she answered. "But I never thought of that
Martha grinned a little as if at some homely recollection.
"Mother said that to me once," she said. "She was at her wash-tub an'
I was in a bad temper an' talkin' ill of folk, an' she turns round on
me an' says: 'Tha' young vixen, tha'! There tha' stands sayin' tha'
doesn't like this one an' tha' doesn't like that one. How does tha'
like thysel'?' It made me laugh an' it brought me to my senses in a
She went away in high spirits as soon as she had given Mary her
breakfast. She was going to walk five miles across the moor to the
cottage, and she was going to help her mother with the washing and do
the week's baking and enjoy herself thoroughly.
Mary felt lonelier than ever when she knew she was no longer in the
house. She went out into the garden as quickly as possible, and the
first thing she did was to run round and round the fountain flower
garden ten times. She counted the times carefully and when she had
finished she felt in better spirits. The sunshine made the whole place
look different. The high, deep, blue sky arched over Misselthwaite as
well as over the moor, and she kept lifting her face and looking up
into it, trying to imagine what it would be like to lie down on one of
the little snow-white clouds and float about. She went into the first
kitchen-garden and found Ben Weatherstaff working there with two other
gardeners. The change in the weather seemed to have done him good. He
spoke to her of his own accord. "Springtime's comin,'" he said.
"Cannot tha' smell it?"
Mary sniffed and thought she could.
"I smell something nice and fresh and damp," she said.
"That's th' good rich earth," he answered, digging away. "It's in a
good humor makin' ready to grow things. It's glad when plantin' time
comes. It's dull in th' winter when it's got nowt to do. In th'
flower gardens out there things will be stirrin' down below in th'
dark. Th' sun's warmin' 'em. You'll see bits o' green spikes stickin'
out o' th' black earth after a bit."
"What will they be?" asked Mary.
"Crocuses an' snowdrops an' daffydowndillys. Has tha' never seen them?"
"No. Everything is hot, and wet, and green after the rains in India,"
said Mary. "And I think things grow up in a night."
"These won't grow up in a night," said Weatherstaff. "Tha'll have to
wait for 'em. They'll poke up a bit higher here, an' push out a spike
more there, an' uncurl a leaf this day an' another that. You watch
"I am going to," answered Mary.
Very soon she heard the soft rustling flight of wings again and she
knew at once that the robin had come again. He was very pert and
lively, and hopped about so close to her feet, and put his head on one
side and looked at her so slyly that she asked Ben Weatherstaff a
"Do you think he remembers me?" she said.
"Remembers thee!" said Weatherstaff indignantly. "He knows every
cabbage stump in th' gardens, let alone th' people. He's never seen a
little wench here before, an' he's bent on findin' out all about thee.
Tha's no need to try to hide anything from him."
"Are things stirring down below in the dark in that garden where he
lives?" Mary inquired.
"The one where the old rose-trees are." She could not help asking,
because she wanted so much to know. "Are all the flowers dead, or do
some of them come again in the summer? Are there ever any roses?"
"Ask him," said Ben Weatherstaff, hunching his shoulders toward the
robin. "He's the only one as knows. No one else has seen inside it
for ten year'."
Ten years was a long time, Mary thought. She had been born ten years
She walked away, slowly thinking. She had begun to like the garden
just as she had begun to like the robin and Dickon and Martha's mother.
She was beginning to like Martha, too. That seemed a good many people
to like--when you were not used to liking. She thought of the robin as
one of the people. She went to her walk outside the long, ivy-covered
wall over which she could see the tree-tops; and the second time she
walked up and down the most interesting and exciting thing happened to
her, and it was all through Ben Weatherstaff's robin.
She heard a chirp and a twitter, and when she looked at the bare
flower-bed at her left side there he was hopping about and pretending
to peck things out of the earth to persuade her that he had not
followed her. But she knew he had followed her and the surprise so
filled her with delight that she almost trembled a little.
"You do remember me!" she cried out. "You do! You are prettier than
anything else in the world!"
She chirped, and talked, and coaxed and he hopped, and flirted his tail
and twittered. It was as if he were talking. His red waistcoat was
like satin and he puffed his tiny breast out and was so fine and so
grand and so pretty that it was really as if he were showing her how
important and like a human person a robin could be. Mistress Mary
forgot that she had ever been contrary in her life when he allowed her
to draw closer and closer to him, and bend down and talk and try to
make something like robin sounds.
Oh! to think that he should actually let her come as near to him as
that! He knew nothing in the world would make her put out her hand
toward him or startle him in the least tiniest way. He knew it because
he was a real person--only nicer than any other person in the world.
She was so happy that she scarcely dared to breathe.
The flower-bed was not quite bare. It was bare of flowers because the
perennial plants had been cut down for their winter rest, but there
were tall shrubs and low ones which grew together at the back of the
bed, and as the robin hopped about under them she saw him hop over a
small pile of freshly turned up earth. He stopped on it to look for a
worm. The earth had been turned up because a dog had been trying to
dig up a mole and he had scratched quite a deep hole.
Mary looked at it, not really knowing why the hole was there, and as
she looked she saw something almost buried in the newly-turned soil.
It was something like a ring of rusty iron or brass and when the robin
flew up into a tree nearby she put out her hand and picked the ring up.
It was more than a ring, however; it was an old key which looked as if
it had been buried a long time.
Mistress Mary stood up and looked at it with an almost frightened face
as it hung from her finger.
"Perhaps it has been buried for ten years," she said in a whisper.
"Perhaps it is the key to the garden!"
love it soooo much way better than the movie.
the way natasha reads is so beautiful.
August 24, 2012
Its pretty good
mistress mary —
August 31, 2012
Dear natasha and bertie thanks so much for this chapter I love the secret garden I can’t wait until the next chapter.
Chloe Beth —
September 3, 2012
eh i dont mind it
September 6, 2012
lik tha yeller book
November 12, 2012
thank you very much for this chapter we are really very interested to her the complete story by your nice voice which we like I listened to this story in bed in my car and repeat it several times .
December 24, 2012
I have never read the book. I have only watched the movie.
February 3, 2013
I DO NOT LIKE THIS BOOK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Lucy K. —
February 3, 2013
Natasha you do the best voices for theses characters in the book thank you
March 10, 2013
That is the best storie ever!
May 27, 2013
June 2, 2013
This started out of being too tired to say a bed time story.l landed on this website now it’s 2 yrs we all are hooked up to Natasha’s voice and stories. Thanks from NJ USA
July 13, 2013
this is an awesome story
February 18, 2016
Shin Yi —
August 1, 2013
i liked this story. nice yorkshireaccent,BTW. <3 mermaid
December 18, 2013
Hi Mermaid I recall that Natasha listened to a Yorkshire accent at the start of each recording session for this audiobook. was never quite sure if she got it exactly, but she has a better ear than I do.
Thanks this is very helpful in my school work. Can you do some books by Morris Glietzman? The books like: ‘Once’ ‘Then’ ‘Now’ and ‘After’? that would be really helpful. thanks again:)
September 28, 2014
i like it
October 5, 2014
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October 5, 2014
Pls what question Martha ask Mary that is food for thought to her?
December 3, 2014
Yes lovely story
December 3, 2014
Eh what discovery does robin lead mary
December 3, 2014
I LOVE THIS BOOK IVE GOT THE AUDIO AND DVD
I KNOW WHAT HAPPENS NEXT IT IS SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO EXITING NATASHA PLAESE READ ALL THE SURI COMMENTS I THINK IT WAS A BIT RASICT AS MY BEST FRIENDS INDIAN AND IM BLACKISH
January 7, 2015
Thanks a lot.
January 9, 2015
This is a interesting book to me .I love it .
Taylorlee Eddings —
January 23, 2015
I ＬＯＶＥＤ Ｉｔ
February 14, 2015
I liked It to but she reads kind of slow doesn’t she it gets a little boring after a while
bi bi —
June 13, 2015
I like this book so much u guys are crazy if u hate it.
September 11, 2015
This story is not good because it is not good it is bad bad bad!!!! I do not like to listen or read but I did make my AR goal !!! Just saying it isn’t good at all !!!!??????????????
November 5, 2015
Really this is great
February 4, 2016
November 5, 2015
The best story ever ?‼️
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I L O V E I T
November 9, 2016
i love this story so much
lebron james —
November 15, 2016
April 5, 2017
I love it!😻
August 2, 2017
Nice reading love this book thank you Natasha
Selena Gomez —
October 27, 2017
I love the secret garden. how many chapters are in the book?
November 25, 2017
I like this story A LOT ! I LOVE IT!💕😍🎀📖
December 19, 2017
I have already read this and it is still so good
February 10, 2018
I mildly liked it .. the narrator skips words but the story is good.
February 10, 2018
March 9, 2018
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