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’
It
seems
to
see
with
the
end
of
its
nose
,
’
said
Connie
.
’
Better
than
with
its
eyes
!
’
he
said
.
’
Will
you
drink
?
’
’
Will
you
?
’
She
took
an
enamel
mug
from
a
twig
on
a
tree
,
and
stooped
to
fill
it
for
him
.
He
drank
in
sips
.
Then
she
stooped
again
,
and
drank
a
little
herself
.
’
So
icy
!
’
she
said
gasping
.
’
Good
,
isn
’
t
it
!
Did
you
wish
?
’
’
Did
you
?
’
’
Yes
,
I
wished
.
But
I
won
’
t
tell
.
’
She
was
aware
of
the
rapping
of
a
woodpecker
,
then
of
the
wind
,
soft
and
eerie
through
the
larches
.
She
looked
up
.
White
clouds
were
crossing
the
blue
.
’
Clouds
!
’
she
said
.
