Таинственный сад
XI. The Nest Of The Missel Thrush
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Dickonlaughedsothathewasobligedtostiflethesoundbyputtinghisarmoverhismouth.
“Iknowtha’thinksI’maqueerlad,”hesaid,“butIthinktha’artth’queerestlittlelassIeversaw.”
ThenMarydidastrangething.Sheleanedforwardandaskedhimaquestionshehadneverdreamedofaskinganyonebefore.AndshetriedtoaskitinYorkshirebecausethatwashislanguage,andinIndiaanativewasalwayspleasedifyouknewhisspeech.
“Doestha’likeme?”shesaid.
“Eh!”heansweredheartily,“thatIdoes.Ilikestheewonderful,an’sodoesth’robin,Idobelieve!”
“That’stwo,then,”saidMary.“That’stwoforme.”
Andthentheybegantoworkharderthaneverandmorejoyfully.Marywasstartledandsorrywhensheheardthebigclockinthecourtyardstrikethehourofhermiddaydinner.
“Ishallhavetogo,”shesaidmournfully.“Andyouwillhavetogotoo,won’tyou?”
Dickongrinned.
“Mydinner’seasytocarryaboutwithme,”hesaid.“Motheralwaysletsmeputabito’somethin’inmypocket.”
Hepickeduphiscoatfromthegrassandbroughtoutofapocketalumpylittlebundletiedupinaquiteclean,coarse,blueandwhitehandkerchief.Itheldtwothickpiecesofbreadwithasliceofsomethinglaidbetweenthem.
“It’softenestnaughtbutbread,”hesaid,“butI’vegotafinesliceo’fatbaconwithittoday.”
Marythoughtitlookedaqueerdinner,butheseemedreadytoenjoyit.
“Runonan’getthyvictuals,”hesaid.“I’llbedonewithminefirst
