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XI. The Nest Of The Missel Thrush
“Why,Ithoughttha’didn’tknownothin’aboutgardenin’,”heexclaimed.
“Idon’t,”sheanswered,“buttheyweresolittle,andthegrasswassothickandstrong,andtheylookedasiftheyhadnoroomtobreathe.SoImadeaplaceforthem.Idon’tevenknowwhattheyare.”
Dickonwentandkneltdownbythem,smilinghiswidesmile.
“Tha’wasright,”hesaid.“Agardenercouldn’thavetoldtheebetter.They’llgrownowlikeJack’sbean-stalk.They’recrocusesan’snowdrops,an’thesehereisnarcissuses,”turningtoanotherpatch,“anhere’sdaffydowndillys.Eh!theywillbeasight.”
Heranfromoneclearingtoanother.
“Tha’hasdonealoto’workforsuchalittlewench,”hesaid,lookingherover.
“I’mgrowingfatter,”saidMary,“andI’mgrowingstronger.Iusedalwaystobetired.WhenIdigI’mnottiredatall.Iliketosmelltheearthwhenit’sturnedup.”
“It’sraregoodforthee,”hesaid,noddinghisheadwisely.“There’snaughtasniceasth’smello’goodcleanearth,exceptth’smello’freshgrowin’thingswhenth’rainfallson’em.Igetoutonth’moormanyadaywhenit’srainin’an’Ilieunderabushan’listentoth’softswisho’dropsonth’heatheran’Ijustsniffan’sniff.Mynoseendfairquiverslikearabbit’s,mothersays.”
“Doyounevercatchcold?”inquiredMary,gazingathimwonderingly.Shehadneverseensuchafunnyboy,orsuchaniceone.
“Notme,”hesaid,grinning.“IneverketchedcoldsinceIwasborn.Iwasn’tbroughtupneshenough.
