<p>&quot;Would it still be there hidden in the wildwood - or would it have been trampled or damaged?&quot;</p><p>&nbsp;</p><p>She ran and ran through the wood back to her secret garden and knelt by the stone tears flooding down her face. &nbsp;&quot;What shall I do? &quot;she sobbed...</p><p>&nbsp;</p><p>&quot;....so it will be your treasure as well as mine and it will be our secret.&quot;</p>