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And
though
he
laughed
,
Mary
was
at
the
window
in
a
moment
and
in
a
moment
more
it
was
opened
wide
and
freshness
and
softness
and
scents
and
birds
’
songs
were
pouring
through
.
“
That
’
s
fresh
air
,
”
she
said
.
“
Lie
on
your
back
and
draw
in
long
breaths
of
it
.
That
’
s
what
Dickon
does
when
he
’
s
lying
on
the
moor
.
He
says
he
feels
it
in
his
veins
and
it
makes
him
strong
and
he
feels
as
if
he
could
live
forever
and
ever
.
Breathe
it
and
breathe
it
.
”
She
was
only
repeating
what
Dickon
had
told
her
,
but
she
caught
Colin
’
s
fancy
.
“
’
Forever
and
ever
’
!
Does
it
make
him
feel
like
that
?
”
he
said
,
and
he
did
as
she
told
him
,
drawing
in
long
deep
breaths
over
and
over
again
until
he
felt
that
something
quite
new
and
delightful
was
happening
to
him
.
Mary
was
at
his
bedside
again
.
“
Things
are
crowding
up
out
of
the
earth
,
”
she
ran
on
in
a
hurry
.
“
And
there
are
flowers
uncurling
and
buds
on
everything
and
the
green
veil
has
covered
nearly
all
the
gray
and
the
birds
are
in
such
a
hurry
about
their
nests
for
fear
they
may
be
too
late
that
some
of
them
are
even
fighting
for
places
in
the
secret
garden
.
And
the
rose
-
bushes
look
as
wick
as
wick
can
be
,
and
there
are
primroses
in
the
lanes
and
woods
,
and
the
seeds
we
planted
are
up
,
and
Dickon
has
brought
the
fox
and
the
crow
and
the
squirrels
and
a
new
-
born
lamb
.
”
And
then
she
paused
for
breath
.
The
new
-
born
lamb
Dickon
had
found
three
days
before
lying
by
its
dead
mother
among
the
gorse
bushes
on
the
moor
.
It
was
not
the
first
motherless
lamb
he
had
found
and
he
knew
what
to
do
with
it
.
He
had
taken
it
to
the
cottage
wrapped
in
his
jacket
and
he
had
let
it
lie
near
the
fire
and
had
fed
it
with
warm
milk
.
It
was
a
soft
thing
with
a
darling
silly
baby
face
and
legs
rather
long
for
its
body
.
Dickon
had
carried
it
over
the
moor
in
his
arms
and
its
feeding
bottle
was
in
his
pocket
with
a
squirrel
,
and
when
Mary
had
sat
under
a
tree
with
its
limp
warmness
huddled
on
her
lap
she
had
felt
as
if
she
were
too
full
of
strange
joy
to
speak
.
A
lamb
—
a
lamb
!
A
living
lamb
who
lay
on
your
lap
like
a
baby
!
She
was
describing
it
with
great
joy
and
Colin
was
listening
and
drawing
in
long
breaths
of
air
when
the
nurse
entered
.
She
started
a
little
at
the
sight
of
the
open
window
.
She
had
sat
stifling
in
the
room
many
a
warm
day
because
her
patient
was
sure
that
open
windows
gave
people
cold
.
“
Are
you
sure
you
are
not
chilly
,
Master
Colin
?
”
she
inquired
.
