"You've been my secret garden this last year."
"Oh, that is nice of you," she interrupted, sensing an undercurrent of feeling. "If I am your secret garden, you're my secret well, because nobody knows about us."
"You haven't told them yet?"
"No. When the book comes out I shall give them each a copy, and run and hide while they read it."
"Little girl," he smiled at her, "what do you think brought me down here to-day?"
"No idea."
"Guess."
"Can't. Never guessed anything in my life."
He took a letter from his pocket and handed it to her.
"I am to read this?"