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Over the past two days, Blodwen Rowlands and Mary Lennox have talked of many things, but one subject over all has come up over and over again: Mary's beautiful garden.
So it's perfectly natural that tonight - Twelfth Night, though Mary wouldn't know it; it's nearly summer in Yorkshire, after all - Mrs. Rowlands, warm as always in humoring a child's whims, has asked to be taken there.
The little girl and the woman are both smiling, as they come down the stairs and walk out the back door.