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It's not our garden, and it never can be.

The brigade has been called!

Extra meat. It is a requirement.

It's none of your business! Don't touch it!

And how do you like yourself?

We're past this, Colin. You'll scream. I'll scream. No good will come of it.

You may need to educate me on how to spit.

Take his legs, Dickon. I'll take the arms.

Colin is my friend.

Because it was a magic garden it was going to save them

but I'm sure if I were to say the little servant girl,

He doesn't want me to leave this cursed house like all the other womenfolk.

And there you have it. That's home.

and took out to walk as if they were puppies.

The garden has cured him.

These letters say otherwise.

Marcus. Can we not name him after him?

you'd be in firm trouble, wouldn't you?

I'll take care of it, Mrs. Medlock. You continue with your chores.

Listen to this one, Mary.

Mary! Get away!

I was three years old when your mother died,

Her sadness has made her unwell.

didn't turn out to be fools, what with being washed and dressed

Can't you see what you're doing to him?

Are you Martha's brother?

At school? I can't.

What's his name?

I wished her death, and it happened.

Enough of that.

They said you'd lost both your parents tragically.

that were not yours to roam in?

They spent their days telling stories to each other.

Did she like my mother? Doesn't seem to like me.

I've too much to learn here at Misselthwaite, sir.

What's your father called?

Her father rushed her mother to hospital.

Father, I'm here!

I'm no lady, sir.

Now hold your arms out and lie back.

No exploring, no poking about.

I never said you could do that.

Nothing's broken, but it looks like it's going rotten.

I don't want to see you. You're cruel!

Does that sound fair?