Таинственный сад
XI. The Nest Of The Missel Thrush
I’vechasedaboutth’moorinallweatherssameasth’rabbitsdoes.MothersaysI’vesniffeduptoomuchfreshairfortwelveyear’toevergettosniffin’withcold.I’mastoughasawhite-thornknobstick.”
HewasworkingallthetimehewastalkingandMarywasfollowinghimandhelpinghimwithherforkorthetrowel.
“There’salotofworktodohere!”hesaidonce,lookingaboutquiteexultantly.
“Willyoucomeagainandhelpmetodoit?”Marybegged.“I’msureIcanhelp,too.Icandigandpullupweeds,anddowhateveryoutellme.Oh!docome,Dickon!”
“I’llcomeeverydayiftha’wantsme,rainorshine,”heansweredstoutly.“It’sthebestfunIeverhadinmylife—shutinherean’wakenin’upagarden.”
“Ifyouwillcome,”saidMary,“ifyouwillhelpmetomakeitaliveI’ll—Idon’tknowwhatI’lldo,”sheendedhelplessly.Whatcouldyoudoforaboylikethat?
“I’lltelltheewhattha’lldo,”saidDickon,withhishappygrin.“Tha’llgetfatan’tha’llgetashungryasayoungfoxan’tha’lllearnhowtotalktoth’robinsameasIdo.Eh!we’llhavealoto’fun.”
Hebegantowalkabout,lookingupinthetreesandatthewallsandbusheswithathoughtfulexpression.
“Iwouldn’twanttomakeitlooklikeagardener’sgarden,allclippedan’spickan’span,wouldyou?”hesaid.“It’snicerlikethiswiththingsrunnin’wild,an’swingin’an’catchin’holdofeachother.”
“Don’tletusmakeittidy,”saidMaryanxiously.
