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XXI. Ben Weatherstaff
“Wecouldn’tnevertellhimhowitbroke,poorlad.Ifhesaysanythingaboutitwemun—wemuntrytolookcheerful.”
“Aye,thatwemun,”hadansweredMary.
Butshehadnotfeltasifshelookedcheerfulwhenshegazedatthetree.ShewonderedandwonderedinthosefewmomentsiftherewasanyrealityinthatotherthingDickonhadsaid.Hehadgoneonrubbinghisrust-redhairinapuzzledway,butanicecomfortedlookhadbeguntogrowinhisblueeyes.
“Mrs.Cravenwasaverylovelyyounglady,”hehadgoneonratherhesitatingly.“An’mothershethinksmaybeshe’saboutMisselthwaitemanyatimelookin’afterMesterColin,sameasallmothersdowhenthey’retookouto’th’world.Theyhavetocomeback,tha’sees.Happenshe’sbeeninthegardenan’happenitwashersetustowork,an’toldustobringhimhere.”
MaryhadthoughthemeantsomethingaboutMagic.ShewasagreatbelieverinMagic.SecretlyshequitebelievedthatDickonworkedMagic,ofcoursegoodMagic,oneverythingnearhimandthatwaswhypeoplelikedhimsomuchandwildcreaturesknewhewastheirfriend.Shewondered,indeed,ifitwerenotpossiblethathisgifthadbroughttherobinjustattherightmomentwhenColinaskedthatdangerousquestion.ShefeltthathisMagicwasworkingalltheafternoonandmakingColinlooklikeanentirelydifferentboy.Itdidnotseempossiblethathecouldbethecrazycreaturewhohadscreamedandbeatenandbittenhispillow.Evenhisivorywhitenessseemedtochange.
