Таинственный сад
XI. The Nest Of The Missel Thrush
I’llgetsomemoreworkdonebeforeIstartbackhome.”
Hesatdownwithhisbackagainstatree.
“I’llcallth’robinup,”hesaid,“andgivehimth’rindo’th’bacontopeckat.Theylikesabito’fatwonderful.”
Marycouldscarcelybeartoleavehim.Suddenlyitseemedasifhemightbeasortofwoodfairywhomightbegonewhenshecameintothegardenagain.Heseemedtoogoodtobetrue.Shewentslowlyhalf-waytothedoorinthewallandthenshestoppedandwentback.
“Whateverhappens,you—youneverwouldtell?”shesaid.
Hispoppy-coloredcheeksweredistendedwithhisfirstbigbiteofbreadandbacon,buthemanagedtosmileencouragingly.
“Iftha’wasamisselthrushan’showedmewherethynestwas,doestha’thinkI’dtellanyone?Notme,”hesaid.“Tha’artassafeasamisselthrush.”
Andshewasquitesureshewas.
