Back out in the garden, where the plants were being grown with vines and dirt. A boy who was at the age or you could most certainly tell he was 12. He scrambled up from the garden next door, and put his face all over the wall.. He was quite certainly grubby and could have hardly been grubbier if he had rubbed his hands in the earth and then had a good cry, then dried his face with his hands. As a matter of fact, this was very nearly what he had been doing.