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XV. Nest Building
Sheknewasmallsidedoorwhichshecouldunboltherselfandsheflewdownstairsinherstockingfeetandputonhershoesinthehall.Sheunchainedandunboltedandunlockedandwhenthedoorwasopenshesprangacrossthestepwithonebound,andthereshewasstandingonthegrass,whichseemedtohaveturnedgreen,andwiththesunpouringdownonherandwarmsweetwaftsaboutherandtheflutingandtwitteringandsingingcomingfromeverybushandtree.Sheclaspedherhandsforpurejoyandlookedupintheskyanditwassoblueandpinkandpearlyandwhiteandfloodedwithspringtimelightthatshefeltasifshemustfluteandsingaloudherselfandknewthatthrushesandrobinsandskylarkscouldnotpossiblyhelpit.Sheranaroundtheshrubsandpathstowardsthesecretgarden.
“Itisalldifferentalready,”shesaid.“Thegrassisgreenerandthingsarestickingupeverywhereandthingsareuncurlingandgreenbudsofleavesareshowing.ThisafternoonIamsureDickonwillcome.”
Thelongwarmrainhaddonestrangethingstotheherbaceousbedswhichborderedthewalkbythelowerwall.Therewerethingssproutingandpushingoutfromtherootsofclumpsofplantsandtherewereactuallyhereandthereglimpsesofroyalpurpleandyellowunfurlingamongthestemsofcrocuses.SixmonthsbeforeMistressMarywouldnothaveseenhowtheworldwaswakingup,butnowshemissednothing.
Whenshehadreachedtheplacewherethedoorhiditselfundertheivy,shewasstartledbyacuriousloudsound.
