"There was no door!""I'm no one," said old Ben dryly. "An' I didn't comethrough th' door. I come over th' wall. Th' rheumatics heldme back th' last two year'.""Tha' come an' did a bit o' prunin'!" cried Dickon. "I couldn't make out how it had been done.""She was so fond of it--she was!" said Ben Weatherstaff slowly. clarisonic outlet "An' she was such a pretty young thing. She says to me once,`Ben,' says she laughin', `if ever I'm ill or if I go awayyou must take care of my roses.' When she did go away th' orders was no one was ever to come nigh. But I come,"with grumpy obstinacy. "Over th' wall I come--until th' rheumatics stopped me--an' I did a bit o' work once a year. She'd gave her order first.""It wouldn't have been as wick as it is if tha' hadn't done it," said Dickon. "I did wonder.""I'm glad you did it, Weatherstaff," said Colin. "You'll know how to keep the secret.""Aye, I'll know, sir," answered Ben. "An, it'll be easierfor a man wi' rheumatics to come in at th' door."On the grass near the tree Mary had dropped her trowel. Colin stretched out his hand and took it up. An odd expressioncame into his face and he began to scratch at the earth.