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XXVI. “It’s Mother!”
“Youseethescientificexperimenthassucceeded.”
ThatmorningDickonwastoolatetohearthelecture.Whenhecamehewasruddywithrunningandhisfunnyfacelookedmoretwinklingthanusual.Astheyhadagooddealofweedingtodoaftertherainstheyfelltowork.Theyalwayshadplentytodoafterawarmdeepsinkingrain.Themoisturewhichwasgoodfortheflowerswasalsogoodfortheweedswhichthrustuptinybladesofgrassandpointsofleaveswhichmustbepulledupbeforetheirrootstooktoofirmhold.Colinwasasgoodatweedingasanyoneinthesedaysandhecouldlecturewhilehewasdoingit.
“TheMagicworksbestwhenyouwork,yourself,”hesaidthismorning.“Youcanfeelitinyourbonesandmuscles.Iamgoingtoreadbooksaboutbonesandmuscles,butIamgoingtowriteabookaboutMagic.Iammakingitupnow.Ikeepfindingoutthings.”
Itwasnotverylongafterhehadsaidthisthathelaiddownhistrowelandstooduponhisfeet.Hehadbeensilentforseveralminutesandtheyhadseenthathewasthinkingoutlectures,asheoftendid.WhenhedroppedhistrowelandstooduprightitseemedtoMaryandDickonasifasuddenstrongthoughthadmadehimdoit.Hestretchedhimselfouttohistallestheightandhethrewouthisarmsexultantly.Colorglowedinhisfaceandhisstrangeeyeswidenedwithjoyfulness.Allatoncehehadrealizedsomethingtothefull.
“Mary!Dickon!”hecried.“Justlookatme!”
Theystoppedtheirweedingandlookedathim.
“Doyourememberthatfirstmorningyoubroughtmeinhere?”hedemanded.
Dickonwaslookingathimveryhard.
