And the secret garden bloomed and bloomed and every morning revealed new miracles. In the robin's nest there were Eggs and the robin's mate sat upon them keeping them warm with her feathery little breast and careful wings. At first she was very nervous and the robin himself was indignantly watchful. Even Destiny did not go near the close-grown corner in those days, but waited until by the quiet working of some mysterious spell she seemed to have conveyed to the soul of the little pair that in the garden there was nothing which was not quite like themselves--nothing which did not understand the wonderfulness of what was happening to them--the immense, tender, terrible, heart-breaking beauty and solemnity of Eggs. If there had been one person in that garden who had not known through all his or her innermost being that if an Egg were taken away or hurt the whole world would whirl round and crash through space and come to an end--if there had been even one who did not feel it and act accordingly there could have been no happiness even in that golden springtime air. But they all knew it and felt it and the robin and his mate knew they knew it
At first the robin watched Toby and Gwendolen with sharp anxiety. For some mysterious reason he knew he need not watch Destiny. The first moment he set his dew-bright black eye on Destiny he knew she was not a stranger but a sort of robin without beak or feathers. She could speak robin (which is a quite distinct language not to be mistaken for any other). To speak robin to a robin is like speaking French to a Frenchman. Destiny always spoke it to the robin himself, so the queer gibberish she used when she spoke to humans did not matter in the least. The robin thought she spoke this gibberish to them because they were not intelligent enough to understand feathered speech. Her movements also were robin. They never startled one by being sudden enough to seem dangerous or threatening. Any robin could understand Destiny, so her presence was not even disturbing.
But at the outset it seemed necessary to be on guard against the other two. In the first place the girl creature did not come into the garden on her legs. She was pushed in on a thing with wheels and the skins of wild animals were thrown over her. That in itself was doubtful. Then when she began to stand up and move about she did it in a queer unaccustomed way and the others seemed to have to help her. The robin used to secrete himself in a bush and watch this anxiously, his head tilted first on one side and then on the other. He thought that the slow movements might mean that she was preparing to pounce, as cats do. When cats are preparing to pounce they creep over the ground very slowly. The robin talked this over with his mate a great deal for a few days but after that he decided not to speak of the subject because her terror was so great that he was afraid it might be injurious to the Eggs.
When the girl began to walk by herself and even to move more quickly it was an immense relief. But for a long time--or it seemed a long time to the robin--she was a source of some anxiety. She did not act as the other humans did. She seemed very fond of walking but she had a way of sitting or lying down for a while and then getting up in a disconcerting manner to begin again.
One day the robin remembered that when he himself had been made to learn to fly by his parents he had done much the same sort of thing. He had taken short flights of a few yards and then had been obliged to rest. So it occurred to him that this girl was learning to fly--or rather to walk. He mentioned this to his mate and when he told her that the Eggs would probably conduct themselves in the same way after they were fledged she was quite comforted and even became eagerly interested and derived great pleasure from watching the girl over the edge of her nest--though she always thought that the Eggs would be much cleverer and learn more quickly. But then she said indulgently that humans were always more clumsy and slow than Eggs and most of them never seemed really to learn to fly at all. You never met them in the air or on tree-tops.
After a while the girl began to move about as the others did, but all three of the children at times did unusual things. They would stand under the trees and move their arms and legs and heads about in a way which was neither walking nor running nor sitting down. They went through these movements at intervals every day and the robin was never able to explain to his mate what they were doing or tying to do. He could only say that he was sure that the Eggs would never flap about in such a manner; but as the girl who could speak robin so fluently was doing the thing with them, birds could be quite sure that the actions were not of a dangerous nature. Of course neither the robin nor his mate had ever heard of the champion wrestler, Bob Haworth, and his exercises for making the muscles stand out like lumps. Robins are not like human beings; their muscles are always exercised from the first and so they develop themselves in a natural manner. If you have to fly about to find every meal you eat, your muscles do not become atrophied (atrophied means wasted away through want of use).
