Таинственный сад
XXII. When The Sun Went Down
“Youcandoit!Youcandoit!”saidMarytoherself.“Itellyou,youcan!”
Dickon’sroundeyeswerefullofeagercuriousnessbuthesaidnotaword.BenWeatherstafflookedonwithinterestedface.
Colinpersevered.AfterhehadturnedafewtrowelfulsofsoilhespokeexultantlytoDickoninhisbestYorkshire.
“Tha’saidastha’dhavemewalkin’aboutheresameasotherfolk—an’tha’saidtha’dhavemediggin’.Ithowttha’wasjustleein’topleaseme.Thisisonlyth’firstdayan’I’vewalked—an’hereIamdiggin’.”
BenWeatherstaff’smouthfellopenagainwhenheheardhim,butheendedbychuckling.
“Eh!”hesaid,“thatsoundsasiftha’dgotwitsenow.Tha’rtaYorkshireladforsure.An’tha’rtdiggin’,too.How’dtha’liketoplantabito’somethin’?Icangettheearoseinapot.”
“Goandgetit!”saidColin,diggingexcitedly.“Quick!Quick!”
Itwasdonequicklyenoughindeed.BenWeatherstaffwenthiswayforgettingrheumatics.Dickontookhisspadeanddugtheholedeeperandwiderthananewdiggerwiththinwhitehandscouldmakeit.Maryslippedouttorunandbringbackawatering-can.WhenDickonhaddeepenedtheholeColinwentonturningthesoftearthoverandover.Helookedupatthesky,flushedandglowingwiththestrangelynewexercise,slightasitwas.
“Iwanttodoitbeforethesungoesquite—quitedown,”hesaid.
Marythoughtthatperhapsthesunheldbackafewminutesjustonpurpose.BenWeatherstaffbroughttheroseinitspotfromthegreenhouse.Hehobbledoverthegrassasfastashecould
