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Chapter 13
’Itseemstoseewiththeendofitsnose,’saidConnie.
’Betterthanwithitseyes!’hesaid.’Willyoudrink?’
’Willyou?’
Shetookanenamelmugfromatwigonatree,andstoopedtofillitforhim.Hedrankinsips.Thenshestoopedagain,anddrankalittleherself.
’Soicy!’shesaidgasping.
’Good,isn’tit!Didyouwish?’
’Didyou?’
’Yes,Iwished.ButIwon’ttell.’
Shewasawareoftherappingofawoodpecker,thenofthewind,softandeeriethroughthelarches.Shelookedup.Whitecloudswerecrossingtheblue.
’Clouds!’shesaid.
’Whitelambsonly,’hereplied.
Ashadowcrossedthelittleclearing.Themolehadswumoutontothesoftyellowearth.
’Unpleasantlittlebeast,weoughttokillhim,’saidClifford.
’Look!he’slikeaparsoninapulpit,’shesaid.
Shegatheredsomesprigsofwoodruffandbroughtthemtohim.
’New-mownhay!’hesaid.’Doesn’titsmellliketheromanticladiesofthelastcentury,whohadtheirheadsscrewedontherightwayafterall!’
Shewaslookingatthewhiteclouds.
’Iwonderifitwillrain,’shesaid.
’Rain!Why!Doyouwantitto?’
Theystartedonthereturnjourney,Cliffordjoltingcautiouslydownhill.Theycametothedarkbottomofthehollow,turnedtotheright,andafterahundredyardsswervedupthefootofthelongslope,wherebluebellsstoodinthelight.
’Now,oldgirl!’saidClifford,puttingthechairtoit.
Itwasasteepandjoltyclimb.Thechairpuggedslowly,inastrugglingunwillingfashion.
