Таинственный сад
XVIII. “Tha’ Munnot Waste No Time”
“Tha’muntalkabito’YorkshirelikethattoMesterColin,”Dickonchuckled.“Tha’llmakehimlaughan’there’snowtasgoodforillfolkaslaughin’is.Mothersaysshebelievesashalfahour’sgoodlaugheverymornin’’udcureachapaswasmakin’readyfortyphusfever.”
“I’mgoingtotalkYorkshiretohimthisveryday,”saidMary,chucklingherself.
ThegardenhadreachedthetimewheneverydayandeverynightitseemedasifMagicianswerepassingthroughitdrawinglovelinessoutoftheearthandtheboughswithwands.Itwashardtogoawayandleaveitall,particularlyasNuthadactuallycreptontoherdressandShellhadscrambleddownthetrunkoftheapple-treetheysatunderandstayedtherelookingatherwithinquiringeyes.ButshewentbacktothehouseandwhenshesatdownclosetoColin’sbedhebegantosniffasDickondidthoughnotinsuchanexperiencedway.
“Yousmelllikeflowersand—andfreshthings,”hecriedoutquitejoyously.“Whatisityousmellof?It’scoolandwarmandsweetallatthesametime.”
“It’sth’windfromth’moor,”saidMary.“Itcomeso’sittin’onth’grassunderatreewi’Dickonan’wi’Captainan’Sootan’Nutan’Shell.It’sth’springtimean’outo’doorsan’sunshineassmellssograidely.”
Shesaiditasbroadlyasshecould,andyoudonotknowhowbroadlyYorkshiresoundsuntilyouhaveheardsomeonespeakit.Colinbegantolaugh.
“Whatareyoudoing?”hesaid.“Ineverheardyoutalklikethatbefore.Howfunnyitsounds.
