Таинственный сад
XV. Nest Building
He’sgotnotimeforvisitin’an’gossipin’.Usmustkeepstillabitan’trytolookasifuswasgrassan’treesan’bushes.Thenwhenhe’sgotusedtoseein’usI’llchirpabitan’he’llknowus’llnotbeinhisway.”
MistressMarywasnotatallsurethatsheknew,asDickonseemedto,howtotrytolooklikegrassandtreesandbushes.Buthehadsaidthequeerthingasifitwerethesimplestandmostnaturalthingintheworld,andshefeltitmustbequiteeasytohim,andindeedshewatchedhimforafewminutescarefully,wonderingifitwaspossibleforhimtoquietlyturngreenandputoutbranchesandleaves.Butheonlysatwonderfullystill,andwhenhespokedroppedhisvoicetosuchasoftnessthatitwascuriousthatshecouldhearhim,butshecould.
“It’sparto’th’springtime,thisnest-buildin’is,”hesaid.“Iwarrantit’sbeengoin’oninth’samewayeveryyearsinceth’worldwasbegun.They’vegottheirwayo’thinkin’anddoin’thingsan’abodyhadbetternotmeddle.Youcanloseafriendinspringtimeeasierthananyotherseasonifyou’retoocurious.”
“IfwetalkabouthimIcan’thelplookingathim,”Marysaidassoftlyaspossible.“Wemusttalkofsomethingelse.ThereissomethingIwanttotellyou.”
“He’lllikeitbetterifustalkso’somethin’else,”saidDickon.“Whatisittha’sgottotellme?”
“Well—doyouknowaboutColin?”shewhispered.
Heturnedhisheadtolookather.
“Whatdoestha’knowabouthim?”heasked.
“I’veseenhim.
