Pressing their way between the laden branches they reached the wall. It was very old， and broken down in places， with moss and wallflowers growing on it， but it was higher than all but the tallest trees. And when they came quite close to it they found a great arch which must once have had a gate in it but was now almost filled up with the largest of all the apple trees. They had to break some of the branches to get past， and when they had done so they all blinked because the daylight became suddenly much brighter. They found themselves in a wide open place with walls all round it. In here there were no trees， only level grass and daisies， and ivy， and grey walls. It was a bright， secret， quiet place， and rather sad； and all four stepped out into the middle of it， glad to be able to straighten their backs and move their limbs freely.
The Ancient Treasure House
“This wasn‘t a garden，” said Susan presently. “It was a castle and this must have been the courtyard.”
