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“
It
wants
its
mother
,
”
said
Dickon
,
smiling
more
and
more
.
“
I
brought
it
to
thee
a
bit
hungry
because
I
knowed
tha
’
d
like
to
see
it
feed
.
”
He
knelt
down
by
the
sofa
and
took
a
feeding
-
bottle
from
his
pocket
.
“
Come
on
,
little
’
un
,
”
he
said
,
turning
the
small
woolly
white
head
with
a
gentle
brown
hand
.
“
This
is
what
tha
’
s
after
.
Tha
’
ll
get
more
out
o
’
this
than
tha
’
will
out
o
’
silk
velvet
coats
.
There
now
,
”
and
he
pushed
the
rubber
tip
of
the
bottle
into
the
nuzzling
mouth
and
the
lamb
began
to
suck
it
with
ravenous
ecstasy
.
After
that
there
was
no
wondering
what
to
say
.
By
the
time
the
lamb
fell
asleep
questions
poured
forth
and
Dickon
answered
them
all
.
He
told
them
how
he
had
found
the
lamb
just
as
the
sun
was
rising
three
mornings
ago
.
He
had
been
standing
on
the
moor
listening
to
a
skylark
and
watching
him
swing
higher
and
higher
into
the
sky
until
he
was
only
a
speck
in
the
heights
of
blue
.
“
I
’
d
almost
lost
him
but
for
his
song
an
’
I
was
wonderin
’
how
a
chap
could
hear
it
when
it
seemed
as
if
he
’
d
get
out
o
’
th
’
world
in
a
minute
—
an
’
just
then
I
heard
somethin
’
else
far
off
among
th
’
gorse
bushes
.
It
was
a
weak
bleatin
’
an
’
I
knowed
it
was
a
new
lamb
as
was
hungry
an
’
I
knowed
it
wouldn
’
t
be
hungry
if
it
hadn
’
t
lost
its
mother
somehow
,
so
I
set
off
searchin
’
.
Eh
!
I
did
have
a
look
for
it
.
I
went
in
an
’
out
among
th
’
gorse
bushes
an
’
round
an
’
round
an
’
I
always
seemed
to
take
th
’
wrong
turnin
’
.
But
at
last
I
seed
a
bit
o
’
white
by
a
rock
on
top
o
’
th
’
moor
an
’
I
climbed
up
an
’
found
th
’
little
’
un
half
dead
wi
’
cold
an
’
clemmin
’
.
”
While
he
talked
,
Soot
flew
solemnly
in
and
out
of
the
open
window
and
cawed
remarks
about
the
scenery
while
Nut
and
Shell
made
excursions
into
the
big
trees
outside
and
ran
up
and
down
trunks
and
explored
branches
.
Captain
curled
up
near
Dickon
,
who
sat
on
the
hearth
-
rug
from
preference
.
They
looked
at
the
pictures
in
the
gardening
books
and
Dickon
knew
all
the
flowers
by
their
country
names
and
knew
exactly
which
ones
were
already
growing
in
the
secret
garden
“
I
couldna
’
say
that
there
name
,
”
he
said
,
pointing
to
one
under
which
was
written
“
Aquilegia
,
”
“
but
us
calls
that
a
columbine
,
an
’
that
there
one
it
’
s
a
snapdragon
and
they
both
grow
wild
in
hedges
,
but
these
is
garden
ones
an
’
they
’
re
bigger
an
’
grander
.
There
’
s
some
big
clumps
o
’
columbine
in
th
’
garden
.
They
’
ll
look
like
a
bed
o
’
blue
an
’
white
butterflies
flutterin
’
when
they
’
re
out
.
”
“
I
’
m
going
to
see
them
,
”
cried
Colin
.
“
I
am
going
to
see
them
!
”
“
Aye
,
that
tha
’
mun
,
”
said
Mary
quite
seriously
.
“
An
’
tha
’
munnot
lose
no
time
about
it
.
”
