They were the sounds of running, scuffling feet seeming to chase round and round under the trees…It seemed actually like the laughter of young things, the uncontrollable laughter of children who were trying not to be heard, but who in a moment or so- as their excitement mounted- would burst forth…
‘Yes,’ hurried on Colin, ‘it was the garden that did it.’
-The Secret Garden, Frances Hodgson Burnett

