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XXIV. “Let Them Laugh”
IsometimesfeelasifIcouldeatthreewhenthosenicefreshheatherandgorsesmellsfromthemoorcomepouringinattheopenwindow.”
ThemorningthatDickon—aftertheyhadbeenenjoyingthemselvesinthegardenforabouttwohours—wentbehindabigrosebushandbroughtforthtwotinpailsandrevealedthatonewasfullofrichnewmilkwithcreamonthetopofit,andthattheotherheldcottage-madecurrantbunsfoldedinacleanblueandwhitenapkin,bunssocarefullytuckedinthattheywerestillhot,therewasariotofsurprisedjoyfulness.WhatawonderfulthingforMrs.Sowerbytothinkof!Whatakind,cleverwomanshemustbe!Howgoodthebunswere!Andwhatdeliciousfreshmilk!
“MagicisinherjustasitisinDickon,”saidColin.“Itmakesherthinkofwaystodothings—nicethings.SheisaMagicperson.Tellherwearegrateful,Dickon—extremelygrateful.”
Hewasgiventousingrathergrown-upphrasesattimes.Heenjoyedthem.Helikedthissomuchthatheimproveduponit.
“Tellhershehasbeenmostbounteousandourgratitudeisextreme.”
Andthenforgettinghisgrandeurhefelltoandstuffedhimselfwithbunsanddrankmilkoutofthepailincopiousdraughtsinthemannerofanyhungrylittleboywhohadbeentakingunusualexerciseandbreathinginmoorlandairandwhosebreakfastwasmorethantwohoursbehindhim.
Thiswasthebeginningofmanyagreeableincidentsofthesamekind.TheyactuallyawoketothefactthatasMrs.Sowerbyhadfourteenpeopletoprovidefoodforshemightnothaveenoughtosatisfytwoextraappetiteseveryday.
