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XIX. “It Has Come!”
Colin’sbreakfastwasaverygoodoneandMarywatchedhimwithseriousinterest.
“YouwillbegintogetfatterjustasIdid,”shesaid.“IneverwantedmybreakfastwhenIwasinIndiaandnowIalwayswantit.”
“Iwantedminethismorning,”saidColin.“Perhapsitwasthefreshair.WhendoyouthinkDickonwillcome?”
Hewasnotlongincoming.InabouttenminutesMaryheldupherhand.
“Listen!”shesaid.“Didyouhearacaw?”
Colinlistenedandheardit,theoddestsoundintheworldtohearinsideahouse,ahoarse“caw-caw.”
“Yes,”heanswered.
“That’sSoot,”saidMary.“Listenagain.Doyouhearableat—atinyone?”
“Oh,yes!”criedColin,quiteflushing.
“That’sthenew-bornlamb,”saidMary.“He’scoming.”
Dickon’smoorlandbootswerethickandclumsyandthoughhetriedtowalkquietlytheymadeaclumpingsoundashewalkedthroughthelongcorridors.MaryandColinheardhimmarching—marching,untilhepassedthroughthetapestrydoorontothesoftcarpetofColin’sownpassage.
“Ifyouplease,sir,”announcedMartha,openingthedoor,“ifyouplease,sir,here’sDickonan’hiscreatures.”
Dickoncameinsmilinghisnicestwidesmile.Thenew-bornlambwasinhisarmsandthelittleredfoxtrottedbyhisside.NutsatonhisleftshoulderandSootonhisrightandShell’sheadandpawspeepedoutofhiscoatpocket.
Colinslowlysatupandstaredandstared—ashehadstaredwhenhefirstsawMary;butthiswasastareofwonderanddelight.
