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XXVI. “It’s Mother!”
ShelaughedasifshecouldnothelpitwhentheytoldheroftheincreasingdifficultytherewasinpretendingthatColinwasstillafretfulinvalid.
“Youseewecan’thelplaughingnearlyallthetimewhenwearetogether,”explainedColin.“Anditdoesn’tsoundillatall.Wetrytochokeitbackbutitwillburstoutandthatsoundsworsethanever.”
“There’sonethingthatcomesintomymindsooften,”saidMary,“andIcanscarcelyeverholdinwhenIthinkofitsuddenly.IkeepthinkingsupposeColin’sfaceshouldgettolooklikeafullmoon.Itisn’tlikeoneyetbuthegetsatinybitfattereveryday—andsupposesomemorningitshouldlooklikeone—whatshouldwedo!”
“Blessusall,Icanseetha’hasagoodbito’playactin’todo,”saidSusanSowerby.“Buttha’won’thavetokeepitupmuchlonger.MesterCraven’llcomehome.”
“Doyouthinkhewill?”askedColin.“Why?”
SusanSowerbychuckledsoftly.
“Isupposeit’udnighbreakthyheartifhefoundoutbeforetha’toldhimintha’ownway,”shesaid.“Tha’slaidawakenightsplannin’it.”
“Icouldn’tbearanyoneelsetotellhim,”saidColin.“Ithinkaboutdifferentwayseveryday,IthinknowIjustwanttorunintohisroom.”
“That’dbeafinestartforhim,”saidSusanSowerby.“I’dliketoseehisface,lad.Iwouldthat!Hemuncomeback—thathemun.”
Oneofthethingstheytalkedofwasthevisittheyweretomaketohercottage.Theyplanneditall.Theyweretodriveoverthemoorandlunchoutofdoorsamongtheheather
