Таинственный сад

XIX. “It Has Come!”

           Colin’sbreakfastwasaverygoodoneandMarywatchedhimwithseriousinterest.

           “YouwillbegintogetfatterjustasIdid,”shesaid.“IneverwantedmybreakfastwhenIwasinIndiaandnowIalwayswantit.”

           “Iwantedminethismorning,”saidColin.“Perhapsitwasthefreshair.WhendoyouthinkDickonwillcome?”

           Hewasnotlongincoming.InabouttenminutesMaryheldupherhand.

           “Listen!”shesaid.“Didyouhearacaw?”

           Colinlistenedandheardit,theoddestsoundintheworldtohearinsideahouse,ahoarse“caw-caw.”

           “Yes,”heanswered.

           “That’sSoot,”saidMary.“Listenagain.Doyouhearableat—atinyone?”

           “Oh,yes!”criedColin,quiteflushing.

           “That’sthenew-bornlamb,”saidMary.“He’scoming.”

           Dickon’smoorlandbootswerethickandclumsyandthoughhetriedtowalkquietlytheymadeaclumpingsoundashewalkedthroughthelongcorridors.MaryandColinheardhimmarching—marching,untilhepassedthroughthetapestrydoorontothesoftcarpetofColin’sownpassage.

           “Ifyouplease,sir,”announcedMartha,openingthedoor,“ifyouplease,sir,here’sDickonan’hiscreatures.”

           Dickoncameinsmilinghisnicestwidesmile.Thenew-bornlambwasinhisarmsandthelittleredfoxtrottedbyhisside.NutsatonhisleftshoulderandSootonhisrightandShell’sheadandpawspeepedoutofhiscoatpocket.

           Colinslowlysatupandstaredandstared—ashehadstaredwhenhefirstsawMary;butthiswasastareofwonderanddelight.

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