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XIX. “It Has Come!”
Itisherenow!Ithascome,theSpring!Dickonsaysso!”
“Hasit?”criedColin,andthoughhereallyknewnothingaboutithefelthisheartbeat.Heactuallysatupinbed.
“Openthewindow!”headded,laughinghalfwithjoyfulexcitementandhalfathisownfancy.“Perhapswemayheargoldentrumpets!”
Andthoughhelaughed,Marywasatthewindowinamomentandinamomentmoreitwasopenedwideandfreshnessandsoftnessandscentsandbirds’songswerepouringthrough.
“That’sfreshair,”shesaid.“Lieonyourbackanddrawinlongbreathsofit.That’swhatDickondoeswhenhe’slyingonthemoor.Hesayshefeelsitinhisveinsanditmakeshimstrongandhefeelsasifhecouldliveforeverandever.Breatheitandbreatheit.”
ShewasonlyrepeatingwhatDickonhadtoldher,butshecaughtColin’sfancy.
“’Foreverandever’!Doesitmakehimfeellikethat?”hesaid,andhedidasshetoldhim,drawinginlongdeepbreathsoverandoveragainuntilhefeltthatsomethingquitenewanddelightfulwashappeningtohim.
Marywasathisbedsideagain.
“Thingsarecrowdingupoutoftheearth,”sheranoninahurry.“Andthereareflowersuncurlingandbudsoneverythingandthegreenveilhascoverednearlyallthegrayandthebirdsareinsuchahurryabouttheirnestsforfeartheymaybetoolatethatsomeofthemareevenfightingforplacesinthesecretgarden.
