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“
That
’
s
Soot
,
”
said
Mary
.
“
Listen
again
.
Do
you
hear
a
bleat
—
a
tiny
one
?
”
“
Oh
,
yes
!
”
cried
Colin
,
quite
flushing
.
“
That
’
s
the
new
-
born
lamb
,
”
said
Mary
.
“
He
’
s
coming
.
”
Dickon
’
s
moorland
boots
were
thick
and
clumsy
and
though
he
tried
to
walk
quietly
they
made
a
clumping
sound
as
he
walked
through
the
long
corridors
.
Mary
and
Colin
heard
him
marching
—
marching
,
until
he
passed
through
the
tapestry
door
on
to
the
soft
carpet
of
Colin
’
s
own
passage
.
“
If
you
please
,
sir
,
”
announced
Martha
,
opening
the
door
,
“
if
you
please
,
sir
,
here
’
s
Dickon
an
’
his
creatures
.
”
Dickon
came
in
smiling
his
nicest
wide
smile
.
The
new
-
born
lamb
was
in
his
arms
and
the
little
red
fox
trotted
by
his
side
.
Nut
sat
on
his
left
shoulder
and
Soot
on
his
right
and
Shell
’
s
head
and
paws
peeped
out
of
his
coat
pocket
.
Colin
slowly
sat
up
and
stared
and
stared
—
as
he
had
stared
when
he
first
saw
Mary
;
but
this
was
a
stare
of
wonder
and
delight
.
The
truth
was
that
in
spite
of
all
he
had
heard
he
had
not
in
the
least
understood
what
this
boy
would
be
like
and
that
his
fox
and
his
crow
and
his
squirrels
and
his
lamb
were
so
near
to
him
and
his
friendliness
that
they
seemed
almost
to
be
part
of
himself
.
Colin
had
never
talked
to
a
boy
in
his
life
and
he
was
so
overwhelmed
by
his
own
pleasure
and
curiosity
that
he
did
not
even
think
of
speaking
.
But
Dickon
did
not
feel
the
least
shy
or
awkward
.
He
had
not
felt
embarrassed
because
the
crow
had
not
known
his
language
and
had
only
stared
and
had
not
spoken
to
him
the
first
time
they
met
.
Creatures
were
always
like
that
until
they
found
out
about
you
.
He
walked
over
to
Colin
’
s
sofa
and
put
the
new
-
born
lamb
quietly
on
his
lap
,
and
immediately
the
little
creature
turned
to
the
warm
velvet
dressing
-
gown
and
began
to
nuzzle
and
nuzzle
into
its
folds
and
butt
its
tight
-
curled
head
with
soft
impatience
against
his
side
.
Of
course
no
boy
could
have
helped
speaking
then
.
“
What
is
it
doing
?
”
cried
Colin
.
“
What
does
it
want
?
”
