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“
See
here
!
”
said
Dickon
.
“
See
how
these
has
pushed
up
,
an
’
these
an
’
these
!
An
’
Eh
!
Look
at
these
here
!
”
He
threw
himself
upon
his
knees
and
Mary
went
down
beside
him
.
They
had
come
upon
a
whole
clump
of
crocuses
burst
into
purple
and
orange
and
gold
.
Mary
bent
her
face
down
and
kissed
and
kissed
them
.
“
You
never
kiss
a
person
in
that
way
,
”
she
said
when
she
lifted
her
head
.
“
Flowers
are
so
different
.
”
He
looked
puzzled
but
smiled
.
“
Eh
!
”
he
said
,
“
I
’
ve
kissed
mother
many
a
time
that
way
when
I
come
in
from
th
’
moor
after
a
day
’
s
roamin
’
an
’
she
stood
there
at
th
’
door
in
th
’
sun
,
lookin
’
so
glad
an
’
comfortable
.
”
They
ran
from
one
part
of
the
garden
to
another
and
found
so
many
wonders
that
they
were
obliged
to
remind
themselves
that
they
must
whisper
or
speak
low
.
He
showed
her
swelling
leafbuds
on
rose
branches
which
had
seemed
dead
.
He
showed
her
ten
thousand
new
green
points
pushing
through
the
mould
.
They
put
their
eager
young
noses
close
to
the
earth
and
sniffed
its
warmed
springtime
breathing
;
they
dug
and
pulled
and
laughed
low
with
rapture
until
Mistress
Mary
’
s
hair
was
as
tumbled
as
Dickon
’
s
and
her
cheeks
were
almost
as
poppy
red
as
his
.
There
was
every
joy
on
earth
in
the
secret
garden
that
morning
,
and
in
the
midst
of
them
came
a
delight
more
delightful
than
all
,
because
it
was
more
wonderful
.
Swiftly
something
flew
across
the
wall
and
darted
through
the
trees
to
a
close
grown
corner
,
a
little
flare
of
red
-
breasted
bird
with
something
hanging
from
its
beak
.
Dickon
stood
quite
still
and
put
his
hand
on
Mary
almost
as
if
they
had
suddenly
found
themselves
laughing
in
a
church
.
“
We
munnot
stir
,
”
he
whispered
in
broad
Yorkshire
.
“
We
munnot
scarce
breathe
.
I
knowed
he
was
mate
-
huntin
’
when
I
seed
him
last
.
It
’
s
Ben
Weatherstaff
’
s
robin
.
He
’
s
buildin
’
his
nest
.
He
’
ll
stay
here
if
us
don
’
t
flight
him
.
”
They
settled
down
softly
upon
the
grass
and
sat
there
without
moving
.
