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But
they
were
obliged
to
wait
more
than
a
week
because
first
there
came
some
very
windy
days
and
then
Colin
was
threatened
with
a
cold
,
which
two
things
happening
one
after
the
other
would
no
doubt
have
thrown
him
into
a
rage
but
that
there
was
so
much
careful
and
mysterious
planning
to
do
and
almost
every
day
Dickon
came
in
,
if
only
for
a
few
minutes
,
to
talk
about
what
was
happening
on
the
moor
and
in
the
lanes
and
hedges
and
on
the
borders
of
streams
.
The
things
he
had
to
tell
about
otters
’
and
badgers
’
and
water
-
rats
’
houses
,
not
to
mention
birds
’
nests
and
field
-
mice
and
their
burrows
,
were
enough
to
make
you
almost
tremble
with
excitement
when
you
heard
all
the
intimate
details
from
an
animal
charmer
and
realized
with
what
thrilling
eagerness
and
anxiety
the
whole
busy
underworld
was
working
.
“
They
’
re
same
as
us
,
”
said
Dickon
,
“
only
they
have
to
build
their
homes
every
year
.
An
’
it
keeps
’
em
so
busy
they
fair
scuffle
to
get
’
em
done
.
”
The
most
absorbing
thing
,
however
,
was
the
preparations
to
be
made
before
Colin
could
be
transported
with
sufficient
secrecy
to
the
garden
.
No
one
must
see
the
chair
-
carriage
and
Dickon
and
Mary
after
they
turned
a
certain
corner
of
the
shrubbery
and
entered
upon
the
walk
outside
the
ivied
walls
.
As
each
day
passed
,
Colin
had
become
more
and
more
fixed
in
his
feeling
that
the
mystery
surrounding
the
garden
was
one
of
its
greatest
charms
.
Nothing
must
spoil
that
.
No
one
must
ever
suspect
that
they
had
a
secret
.
People
must
think
that
he
was
simply
going
out
with
Mary
and
Dickon
because
he
liked
them
and
did
not
object
to
their
looking
at
him
.
They
had
long
and
quite
delightful
talks
about
their
route
.
They
would
go
up
this
path
and
down
that
one
and
cross
the
other
and
go
round
among
the
fountain
flower
-
beds
as
if
they
were
looking
at
the
“
bedding
-
out
plants
”
the
head
gardener
,
Mr
.
Roach
,
had
been
having
arranged
.
That
would
seem
such
a
rational
thing
to
do
that
no
one
would
think
it
at
all
mysterious
.
They
would
turn
into
the
shrubbery
walks
and
lose
themselves
until
they
came
to
the
long
walls
.
It
was
almost
as
serious
and
elaborately
thought
out
as
the
plans
of
march
made
by
great
generals
in
time
of
war
.
Rumors
of
the
new
and
curious
things
which
were
occurring
in
the
invalid
’
s
apartments
had
of
course
filtered
through
the
servants
’
hall
into
the
stable
yards
and
out
among
the
gardeners
,
but
notwithstanding
this
,
Mr
.
Roach
was
startled
one
day
when
he
received
orders
from
Master
Colin
’
s
room
to
the
effect
that
he
must
report
himself
in
the
apartment
no
outsider
had
ever
seen
,
as
the
invalid
himself
desired
to
speak
to
him
.
“
Well
,
well
,
”
he
said
to
himself
as
he
hurriedly
changed
his
coat
,
“
what
’
s
to
do
now
?
His
Royal
Highness
that
wasn
’
t
to
be
looked
at
calling
up
a
man
he
’
s
never
set
eyes
on
.
”
Mr
.
Roach
was
not
without
curiosity
.
He
had
never
caught
even
a
glimpse
of
the
boy
and
had
heard
a
dozen
exaggerated
stories
about
his
uncanny
looks
and
ways
and
his
insane
tempers
.
The
thing
he
had
heard
oftenest
was
that
he
might
die
at
any
moment
and
there
had
been
numerous
fanciful
descriptions
of
a
humped
back
and
helpless
limbs
,
given
by
people
who
had
never
seen
him
.
“
Things
are
changing
in
this
house
,
Mr
.
Roach
,
”
said
Mrs
.
Medlock
,
as
she
led
him
up
the
back
staircase
to
the
corridor
on
to
which
opened
the
hitherto
mysterious
chamber
.
“
Let
’
s
hope
they
’
re
changing
for
the
better
,
Mrs
.
Medlock
,
”
he
answered
.
