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XV. Nest Building
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Theyranfromonepartofthegardentoanotherandfoundsomanywondersthattheywereobligedtoremindthemselvesthattheymustwhisperorspeaklow.Heshowedherswellingleafbudsonrosebrancheswhichhadseemeddead.Heshowedhertenthousandnewgreenpointspushingthroughthemould.Theyputtheireageryoungnosesclosetotheearthandsniffeditswarmedspringtimebreathing;theydugandpulledandlaughedlowwithraptureuntilMistressMary’shairwasastumbledasDickon’sandhercheekswerealmostaspoppyredashis.
Therewaseveryjoyonearthinthesecretgardenthatmorning,andinthemidstofthemcameadelightmoredelightfulthanall,becauseitwasmorewonderful.Swiftlysomethingflewacrossthewallanddartedthroughthetreestoaclosegrowncorner,alittleflareofred-breastedbirdwithsomethinghangingfromitsbeak.DickonstoodquitestillandputhishandonMaryalmostasiftheyhadsuddenlyfoundthemselveslaughinginachurch.
“Wemunnotstir,”hewhisperedinbroadYorkshire.“Wemunnotscarcebreathe.Iknowedhewasmate-huntin’whenIseedhimlast.It’sBenWeatherstaff’srobin.He’sbuildin’hisnest.He’llstayhereifusdon’tflighthim.”
Theysettleddownsoftlyuponthegrassandsattherewithoutmoving.
“Usmustn’tseemasifuswaswatchin’himtooclose,”saidDickon.“He’dbeoutwithusforgoodifhegotth’notionuswasinterferin’now.He’llbeagoodbitdifferenttillallthisisover.He’ssettin’uphousekeepin’.He’llbeshyeran’readiertotakethingsill.
