Таинственный сад
VIII. The Robin Who Showed The Way
Eh!”shakinghisheadatthebird,“tha’curiositywillbeth’deathoftheesometimeiftha’doesn’tlooksharp.”
Maryskippedroundallthegardensandroundtheorchard,restingeveryfewminutes.Atlengthshewenttoherownspecialwalkandmadeuphermindtotryifshecouldskipthewholelengthofit.Itwasagoodlongskipandshebeganslowly,butbeforeshehadgonehalf-waydownthepathshewassohotandbreathlessthatshewasobligedtostop.Shedidnotmindmuch,becauseshehadalreadycounteduptothirty.Shestoppedwithalittlelaughofpleasure,andthere,loandbehold,wastherobinswayingonalongbranchofivy.Hehadfollowedherandhegreetedherwithachirp.AsMaryhadskippedtowardhimshefeltsomethingheavyinherpocketstrikeagainstherateachjump,andwhenshesawtherobinshelaughedagain.
“Youshowedmewherethekeywasyesterday,”shesaid.“Yououghttoshowmethedoortoday;butIdon’tbelieveyouknow!”
Therobinflewfromhisswingingsprayofivyontothetopofthewallandheopenedhisbeakandsangaloud,lovelytrill,merelytoshowoff.Nothingintheworldisquiteasadorablylovelyasarobinwhenheshowsoff—andtheyarenearlyalwaysdoingit.
MaryLennoxhadheardagreatdealaboutMagicinherAyah’sstories,andshealwayssaidthatwhathappenedalmostatthatmomentwasMagic.
Oneofthenicelittlegustsofwindrusheddownthewalk,anditwasastrongeronethantherest.
