The sun shone down for nearly a week on the secret garden.The Secret Garden was what Mary called it when she was thinking of it.She liked the name，and she liked still more the feeling that when its beautiful old walls shut her in no one knew where she was.It seemed almost like being shut out of the world in some fairy place.The few books she had read and liked had been fairy-story books，and she had read of secret gardens in some of the stories.Sometimes people went to sleep in them for a hundred years，which she had thought must be rather stupid.She had no intention of going to sleep，and，in fact，she was becoming wider awake every day which passed at Misselthwaite.She was beginning to like to be out of doors；she no longer hated the wind，but enjoyed it.She could run faster，and longer，and she could skip up to a hundred.The bulbs in the secret garden must have been much astonished.Such nice clear places were made round them that they had all the breathing space they wanted，and really，if Mistress Mary had known it，they began to cheer up under the dark earth and work tremendously.The sun could get at them and warm them，and when the rain came down it could reach them at once，so they began to feel very much alive.
During that week of sunshine，she became more intimate with Ben Weatherstaff.She surprised him several times by seeming to start up beside him as if she sprang out of the earth.The truth was that she was afraid that he would pick up his tools and go away if he saw her coming，so she always walked toward him as silently as possible.But，in fact，he did not object to her as strongly as he had at first.Perhaps he was secretly rather flattered by her evident desire for his elderly company.Then，also，she was more civil than she had been.He did not know that when she first saw him she spoke to him as she would have spoken to a native，and had not known that a cross，sturdy old Yorkshire man was not accustomed to salaam to his masters，and be merely commanded by them to do things.
“Tha’rt like th’robin，”he said to her one morning when he lifted his head and saw her standing by him.“I never knows when I shall see thee or which side tha’ll come from.”