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XXVI. “It’s Mother!”
“Itdoesn’tstandtoreasonthataprettywomancouldbeth’mothero’suchafou’littlelass,”shehadaddedobstinately.
Maryhadnothadtimetopaymuchattentiontoherchangingface.Shehadonlyknownthatshelooked“different”andseemedtohaveagreatdealmorehairandthatitwasgrowingveryfast.ButrememberingherpleasureinlookingattheMemSahibinthepastshewasgladtohearthatshemightsomedaylooklikeher.
SusanSowerbywentroundtheirgardenwiththemandwastoldthewholestoryofitandshowneverybushandtreewhichhadcomealive.ColinwalkedononesideofherandMaryontheother.Eachofthemkeptlookingupathercomfortablerosyface,secretlycuriousaboutthedelightfulfeelingshegavethem—asortofwarm,supportedfeeling.ItseemedasifsheunderstoodthemasDickonunderstoodhis“creatures.”Shestoopedovertheflowersandtalkedaboutthemasiftheywerechildren.SootfollowedherandonceortwicecawedatherandflewuponhershoulderasifitwereDickon’s.Whentheytoldherabouttherobinandthefirstflightoftheyoungonesshelaughedamotherlylittlemellowlaughinherthroat.
“Isupposelearnin’’emtoflyislikelearnin’childrentowalk,butI’mfearedIshouldbeallinaworritifminehadwingsinsteado’legs,”shesaid.
ItwasbecausesheseemedsuchawonderfulwomaninhernicemoorlandcottagewaythatatlastshewastoldabouttheMagic.
“DoyoubelieveinMagic?”askedColinafterhehadexplainedaboutIndianfakirs.“Idohopeyoudo.”
“ThatIdo,lad,”sheanswered.
