
Well as you notice I'm still alive and actually it wasn't as bad as I thought it was going to be although the storm might not be over yet. She thinks that when I quit my job I'll go crazy (literally)
Dickon: The animals tell me all their secrets.
Mary: [pointing to the Robin] He wouldn't tell you my secret, would he?
Dickon: About what, Miss Mary?
Mary: A garden. I've stolen a garden. But it may already be dead, I don't know.
Dickon: I'll know.
Mary: Promise you won't tell anyone?
Dickon: Promise.
Mary: No one?
Dickon: Not a soul.
From: The Secret Garden by Frances Hodgson Burnett