Таємничий сад
XV. Nest Building
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Thenhelaughedandshelaughedtoo;infactitendedintheirbothlaughingagreatdealandfindingtheideaofaboyanimalhidinginhisholeveryfunnyindeed.
WhatMaryfeltafterwardwasthatsheneednotfearaboutDickon.
OnthatfirstmorningwhentheskywasblueagainMarywakenedveryearly.Thesunwaspouringinslantingraysthroughtheblindsandtherewassomethingsojoyousinthesightofitthatshejumpedoutofbedandrantothewindow.Shedrewuptheblindsandopenedthewindowitselfandagreatwaftoffresh,scentedairblewinuponher.ThemoorwasblueandthewholeworldlookedasifsomethingMagichadhappenedtoit.Thereweretenderlittleflutingsoundshereandthereandeverywhere,asifscoresofbirdswerebeginningtotuneupforaconcert.Maryputherhandoutofthewindowandhelditinthesun.
“It’swarm—warm!”shesaid.“Itwillmakethegreenpointspushupandupandup,anditwillmakethebulbsandrootsworkandstrugglewithalltheirmightundertheearth.”
Shekneeleddownandleanedoutofthewindowasfarasshecould,breathingbigbreathsandsniffingtheairuntilshelaughedbecausesherememberedwhatDickon’smotherhadsaidabouttheendofhisnosequiveringlikearabbit’s.
“Itmustbeveryearly,”shesaid.“ThelittlecloudsareallpinkandI’veneverseentheskylooklikethis.Nooneisup.Idon’tevenhearthestableboys.”
Asuddenthoughtmadeherscrambletoherfeet.
“Ican’twait!Iamgoingtoseethegarden!”
Shehadlearnedtodressherselfbythistimeandsheputonherclothesinfiveminutes.
