1 "But the door was locked and the key was buried," said Mary.
2 Here was another locked door added to the hundred in the strange house.
3 Because when you were born the garden door was locked and the key was buried.
4 She seemed to hesitate a second before she added, "One of th gardens is locked up."
5 Now," she said, "you stay where you're told to stay or you'll find yourself locked up.
6 She wondered if they were all really locked and what she would find if she could get into any of them.
7 He had also a lot of hair which tumbled over his forehead in heavy locks and made his thin face seem smaller.
8 His once dark, heavy locks had begun to look as if they sprang healthily from his forehead and were soft and warm with life.
9 He was a tiny little shaggy moor pony with thick locks hanging over his eyes and with a pretty face and a nuzzling velvet nose.
10 It was the lock of the door which had been closed ten years and she put her hand in her pocket, drew out the key and found it fitted the keyhole.
11 She wasn't doing any harm, but if Mr. Craven found out about the open door he would be fearfully angry and get a new key and lock it up forevermore.
12 The house is six hundred years old and it's on the edge of the moor, and there's near a hundred rooms in it, though most of them's shut up and locked.
13 Knowing that your Eggs were as safe as if they were locked in a bank vault and the fact that you could watch so many curious things going on made setting a most entertaining occupation.
14 The robin pleased him so much that he smiled until he looked almost beautiful, and at first Mary had thought that he was even plainer than herself, with his big eyes and heavy locks of hair.
15 Dickon and Mary were sitting on the grass, the tea-basket was repacked ready to be taken back to the house, and Colin was lying against his cushions with his heavy locks pushed back from his forehead and his face looking quite a natural color.
16 Besides that, if she liked it she could go into it every day and shut the door behind her, and she could make up some play of her own and play it quite alone, because nobody would ever know where she was, but would think the door was still locked and the key buried in the earth.