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That
made
Colin
turn
and
look
at
her
again
.
“
Don
’
t
you
?
”
he
said
.
And
then
he
lay
back
on
his
cushion
and
was
still
,
as
if
he
were
thinking
.
And
there
was
quite
a
long
silence
.
Perhaps
they
were
both
of
them
thinking
strange
things
children
do
not
usually
think
of
.
“
I
like
the
grand
doctor
from
London
,
because
he
made
them
take
the
iron
thing
off
,
”
said
Mary
at
last
“
Did
he
say
you
were
going
to
die
?
”
“
No
.
”
“
What
did
he
say
?
”
“
He
didn
’
t
whisper
,
”
Colin
answered
.
“
Perhaps
he
knew
I
hated
whispering
.
I
heard
him
say
one
thing
quite
aloud
.
He
said
,
‘
The
lad
might
live
if
he
would
make
up
his
mind
to
it
.
Put
him
in
the
humor
.
’
It
sounded
as
if
he
was
in
a
temper
.
”
“
I
’
ll
tell
you
who
would
put
you
in
the
humor
,
perhaps
,
”
said
Mary
reflecting
.
She
felt
as
if
she
would
like
this
thing
to
be
settled
one
way
or
the
other
.
“
I
believe
Dickon
would
.
He
’
s
always
talking
about
live
things
.
He
never
talks
about
dead
things
or
things
that
are
ill
.
He
’
s
always
looking
up
in
the
sky
to
watch
birds
flying
—
or
looking
down
at
the
earth
to
see
something
growing
.
He
has
such
round
blue
eyes
and
they
are
so
wide
open
with
looking
about
.
And
he
laughs
such
a
big
laugh
with
his
wide
mouth
—
and
his
cheeks
are
as
red
—
as
red
as
cherries
.
”
She
pulled
her
stool
nearer
to
the
sofa
and
her
expression
quite
changed
at
the
remembrance
of
the
wide
curving
mouth
and
wide
open
eyes
.
“
See
here
,
”
she
said
.
“
Don
’
t
let
us
talk
about
dying
;
I
don
’
t
like
it
.
Let
us
talk
about
living
.
Let
us
talk
and
talk
about
Dickon
.
And
then
we
will
look
at
your
pictures
.
”
