“we’re alike, you and me,” ben weatherstaff told mary. “we’re not pretty to look at, and we both are very disagreeable.”
poor mary! she was only a ten-year-old little girl. no one wants her, and no one loves her. after her parents died of disease, she had been sent from india to yorkshire in england, and lived in her uncle’s family. that is an old house, and very big. although there were hundreds of rooms, most of them were locked. mary felt unpleasant and depressive living there. everyday her life was boring and lonely. with the exception of ben weatherstaff, an old gardener, no one talked to her. she lost her temper now and then, and, she, as ben weatherstaff said, was ugly. she had thin angry face and thin yellow hair.
there was a secret garden in her uncle’s home. it is said that the key of the lock of that garden gate was lost. so almost 10 years, except robins, no one went to that garden. mary became more and more curious. finally she