Таинственный сад

XXI. Ben Weatherstaff

           Maryprivatelythoughthelookedasifhemightsnoreinaminute.

           InthemidstofthisstillnessitwasratherstartlingwhenColinhalfliftedhisheadandexclaimedinaloudsuddenlyalarmedwhisper:

           “Whoisthatman?”

           DickonandMaryscrambledtotheirfeet.

           “Man!”theybothcriedinlowquickvoices.

           Colinpointedtothehighwall.

           “Look!”hewhisperedexcitedly.“Justlook!”

           MaryandDickonwheeledaboutandlooked.TherewasBenWeatherstaff’sindignantfaceglaringatthemoverthewallfromthetopofaladder!HeactuallyshookhisfistatMary.

           “IfIwasn’tabachelder,an’tha’wasawencho’mine,”hecried,“I’dgivetheeahidin’!”

           Hemountedanotherstepthreateninglyasifitwerehisenergeticintentiontojumpdownanddealwithher;butasshecametowardhimheevidentlythoughtbetterofitandstoodonthetopstepofhisladdershakinghisfistdownather.

           “Ineverthowtmucho’thee!”heharangued.“Icouldna’abidetheeth’firsttimeIseteyesonthee.Ascrawnybuttermilk-facedyoungbesom,allusaskin’questionsan’pokin’tha’nosewhereitwasna,wanted.Ineverknowedhowtha’gotsothickwi’me.Ifithadna’beenforth’robin—Drathim—”

           “BenWeatherstaff,”calledoutMary,findingherbreath.Shestoodbelowhimandcalleduptohimwithasortofgasp.“BenWeatherstaff,itwastherobinwhoshowedmetheway!”

           ThenitdidseemasifBenreallywouldscrambledownonhersideofthewall,hewassooutraged.

           “Tha’youngbad’un!”hecalleddownather.

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