CHAPTER IX The Strangest House Any One Ever Lived

It was the sweetest, most mysterious-looking place any one could imagine. The high walls which shut it in were covered with the leafless stems of climbing roses which were so thick that they were matted together. Mary Lennox knew they were roses because she had seen a great many roses in India. All the ground was covered with grass of a wintry brown and out of it grew clumps of bushes which were surely rosebushes if they were alive. There were numbers of standard roses which had so spread their branches that they were like little trees.


“Then she waited a moment and listened at the stillness.”


Mistress Mary, quite contrary.  How does your garden grow?
With silver bells, and cockle shells, and marigolds all in a row.'”

Photography:  J. Layne Photography