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The
garden
had
reached
the
time
when
every
day
and
every
night
it
seemed
as
if
Magicians
were
passing
through
it
drawing
loveliness
out
of
the
earth
and
the
boughs
with
wands
.
It
was
hard
to
go
away
and
leave
it
all
,
particularly
as
Nut
had
actually
crept
on
to
her
dress
and
Shell
had
scrambled
down
the
trunk
of
the
apple
-
tree
they
sat
under
and
stayed
there
looking
at
her
with
inquiring
eyes
.
But
she
went
back
to
the
house
and
when
she
sat
down
close
to
Colin
’
s
bed
he
began
to
sniff
as
Dickon
did
though
not
in
such
an
experienced
way
.
“
You
smell
like
flowers
and
—
and
fresh
things
,
”
he
cried
out
quite
joyously
.
“
What
is
it
you
smell
of
?
It
’
s
cool
and
warm
and
sweet
all
at
the
same
time
.
”
“
It
’
s
th
’
wind
from
th
’
moor
,
”
said
Mary
.
“
It
comes
o
’
sittin
’
on
th
’
grass
under
a
tree
wi
’
Dickon
an
’
wi
’
Captain
an
’
Soot
an
’
Nut
an
’
Shell
.
It
’
s
th
’
springtime
an
’
out
o
’
doors
an
’
sunshine
as
smells
so
graidely
.
”
She
said
it
as
broadly
as
she
could
,
and
you
do
not
know
how
broadly
Yorkshire
sounds
until
you
have
heard
someone
speak
it
.
Colin
began
to
laugh
.
“
What
are
you
doing
?
”
he
said
.
“
I
never
heard
you
talk
like
that
before
.
How
funny
it
sounds
.
”
“
I
’
m
givin
’
thee
a
bit
o
’
Yorkshire
,
”
answered
Mary
triumphantly
.
“
I
canna
’
talk
as
graidely
as
Dickon
an
’
Martha
can
but
tha
’
sees
I
can
shape
a
bit
.
Doesn
’
t
tha
’
understand
a
bit
o
’
Yorkshire
when
tha
’
hears
it
?
An
’
tha
’
a
Yorkshire
lad
thysel
’
bred
an
’
born
!
Eh
!
I
wonder
tha
’
rt
not
ashamed
o
’
thy
face
.
”
And
then
she
began
to
laugh
too
and
they
both
laughed
until
they
could
not
stop
themselves
and
they
laughed
until
the
room
echoed
and
Mrs
.
Medlock
opening
the
door
to
come
in
drew
back
into
the
corridor
and
stood
listening
amazed
.
“
Well
,
upon
my
word
!
”
she
said
,
speaking
rather
broad
Yorkshire
herself
because
there
was
no
one
to
hear
her
and
she
was
so
astonished
.
“
Whoever
heard
th
’
like
!
Whoever
on
earth
would
ha
’
thought
it
!
”
There
was
so
much
to
talk
about
.
It
seemed
as
if
Colin
could
never
hear
enough
of
Dickon
and
Captain
and
Soot
and
Nut
and
Shell
and
the
pony
whose
name
was
Jump
.
Mary
had
run
round
into
the
wood
with
Dickon
to
see
Jump
.
He
was
a
tiny
little
shaggy
moor
pony
with
thick
locks
hanging
over
his
eyes
and
with
a
pretty
face
and
a
nuzzling
velvet
nose
.
He
was
rather
thin
with
living
on
moor
grass
but
he
was
as
tough
and
wiry
as
if
the
muscle
in
his
little
legs
had
been
made
of
steel
springs
.
He
had
lifted
his
head
and
whinnied
softly
the
moment
he
saw
Dickon
and
he
had
trotted
up
to
him
and
put
his
head
across
his
shoulder
and
then
Dickon
had
talked
into
his
ear
and
Jump
had
talked
back
in
odd
little
whinnies
and
puffs
and
snorts
.
Dickon
had
made
him
give
Mary
his
small
front
hoof
and
kiss
her
on
her
cheek
with
his
velvet
muzzle
.
