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Mary Lennox is kneeling outside the greenhouse; her gloved hands are covered in dirt, as are the knees of her stockings. There's a steadily increasing hole in the ground in front of her.

A small apple-tree sapling, no more than a foot high, sits in a pot next to her legs.

She looks about as happy as anyone from Milliways has ever seen her; but then, not very many people from Milliways have seen Mary gardening.