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You're built to win it. Welcome to snoozecast, the podcast designed to help you fall asleep. Find us on Snuescast.com and if you enjoy our show, please share us with a friend. This episode is brought to you by the Fair Green Vale. Tonight we'll read the next part to the secret garden, a novel by Francis Hodgson Bernat published

in 1911. If you'd like to listen to this story's episodes in order, go to snoozecast.com slash series. In the last episode, Dickin comes to Missleth Wait Manor to meet Colin with Mary. the three children start devising their plan

to covertly bring Colin into the secret garden. Mr. Roach, the head gardener, is ordered by Colin to be sure that all servants and groundskeepers are away at the times he decides to be pushed in his wheelchair outdoors with the children.

Let's get cozy. Close your eyes.

Relax your body into the softness of your bed. Now take a few deep breaths. Mary, Colin, andens wound in and out among the shrubbery, and out and round the fountain beds, following their carefully planned route for the mere mysterious pleasure of it. And at last they turned into the long walk by the ivy walls. The excited sense of an approaching thrill made them. For some curious reason they could not have explained. Begin to speak in whispers. This is it. Breathe Mary. This is where I used to walk up and down and wonder and wonder. Is it, cried Colin, and his eyes began to search the ivy with eager curiousness? But I can see nothing," he whispered. There is no door. "'That's what I thought,' said Mary. Then there was a lovely breathless, and the chair wealed on.

This is where the robin flew over the wall, she said. He said, cried Colin. Oh, I wish he'd come again. And that said Mary, with solemn delight, pointing under a big lilac bush, is where he perched on the little heap of earth and showed me the key. Then Colin sat up.

Where? Where? There? He cried. And his eyes were as big as the wolves in red-writing hood, when red-writing hood felt called upon to remark on them. Dickens stood still and the wheeled chair stopped. And this said Mary, stepping onto the bed close to the ivy, is where I went to talk to him when he chirped at me from the top of the wall. And this is the ivy, the

wind blew back. And she took hold of the hanging green curtain.

Oh, is it, is it?

Gasped Colin.

And here is the handle, and here is the door.

Dick and push him in.

Push him in, push him in quickly. And Dickin did it with one strong, steady, splendid push. But Colin had actually dropped back against his cushions, even though he gasped with delight, and he had covered his eyes with his hands, and held them there shutting out everything until they were inside. And the chairs stopped as if by magic, and the door was closed. Not till then did he take them away and look round and round and round as Dickin and Mary had done. and over walls and earth and trees and swinging sprays and tendrils.

The fair... And over walls and earth and trees and swinging sprays and tendrils, the fair green veil of tender little leaves had crept.

And in the grass under the trees and the gray earns in the alcoves, and here and there

everywhere were touches or splashes, of gold and purple, and white, and the trees were showing pink and snow above his head, and they were fluttering of wings and faint sweet pipes and humming and sense and sense.

And the sun fell warm upon his face like a hand with a lovely touch. And in wonder Mary and Dickens stood and stared at him. He looked so strange and different because a pink glow of color had actually crept all over him. I've refaced and neck and hands and all. I shall get well, I shall get well," he cried out. Mary, Dickon, I shall get well, and I shall live forever and ever and ever. CHAPTER 21 Ben Weather Staff One of the strange things about living in the world is that it is only now and then one is quite sure one is going to live forever and ever and ever. One knows it sometimes when one gets up at the tender, solemn dawn time, and goes out, and stands alone, and throws one's head far back, and looks up and up and watches the pale sky, slowly changing and flushing, and marvelous unknown things happening, until the east almost makes one cry out, and once heart stands still at the strange, unchanging majesty of the rising of the sun. which has been happening every morning for thousands and thousands and thousands of years. One knows it then for a moment or so. And one knows it sometimes when one stands by oneself in the wood at sunset, and the mysterious deep gold stillness, slanting through,

and- in the wood at sunset, and the mysterious deep gold stillness, slanting through and under the branches, seems to be saying slowly again and again, something one cannot quite hear, however much one tries.

Then, sometimes, the men's quiet of the dark blue at night, with millions of stars waiting and watching makes one sure. And sometimes, a sound of far-off music makes it true and sometimes a look in someone's eyes. And it was like that with Colin when he first saw and heard and felt the springtime inside the four high walls of a hidden garden. That afternoon, the whole world seemed to devote itself to being perfect and radiantly beautiful and kind to one boy. Perhaps out of pure heavenly goodness the spring came and crowded everything it possibly could into that one place. More than once Dick and paused in what he was doing, and stood still with a sort of growing wonder in his eyes, shaking his head softly. Ah, it is greatly, he said. I'm 12 going on 13, and there's a lot of afternoons in 13 years, but seems to me like I never see'd one as greatly as this one hair. I, it is a greatly one, said Mary, and she sighed for mere joy. And the light rained. They drew the chair under the plumb tree, which was snow white with blossoms and musical with bees. It was like a king's canopy, a fairy king's. There were flowering cherry trees near, and apple trees whose buds were pink and white. And here and there one had burst wide open. the blossoming branches of the canopy, bits of blue sky look down like wonderful eyes. Mary and Dickin worked a little here and there there, and call and watched them.

They brought him things to look at. Buds which were opening, buds which were tight closed, bits of twig whose leaves were just showing green. feather of a woodpecker, which had dropped on the grass, the empty shell of some bird early hatched. Dickin pushed the chair slowly round and round the garden, stopping every other moment to let him look at the wonders springing out of the earth or trailing down from trees. It was like being taken in state round the country of a magic king and queen, and shown all the mysterious riches it contained. I wonder if we shall see the Robin?" said Colin. They'll see him often and now after a bit. insert tick in. When the egg s hatches out, the little chap will be so busy, it'll make his head swim. They'll see him flying backward and forward, carrying worms not as big as himself. And that much noise going on in the nest when he gets there his fair fluster zoom. So as he scares snows, Which big mouth to drop the first piece in? And gaping beaks and squawks on every side. Mother says, when she sees the work A robin has to keep them gaping beaks filled, She feels like she was a lady with nothing to do. She says

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