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“
They
couldn
’
t
well
change
for
the
worse
,
”
she
continued
;
“
and
queer
as
it
all
is
there
’
s
them
as
finds
their
duties
made
a
lot
easier
to
stand
up
under
.
Don
’
t
you
be
surprised
,
Mr
.
Roach
,
if
you
find
yourself
in
the
middle
of
a
menagerie
and
Martha
Sowerby
’
s
Dickon
more
at
home
than
you
or
me
could
ever
be
.
”
There
really
was
a
sort
of
Magic
about
Dickon
,
as
Mary
always
privately
believed
.
When
Mr
.
Roach
heard
his
name
he
smiled
quite
leniently
.
“
He
’
d
be
at
home
in
Buckingham
Palace
or
at
the
bottom
of
a
coal
mine
,
”
he
said
.
“
And
yet
it
’
s
not
impudence
,
either
.
He
’
s
just
fine
,
is
that
lad
.
”
It
was
perhaps
well
he
had
been
prepared
or
he
might
have
been
startled
.
When
the
bedroom
door
was
opened
a
large
crow
,
which
seemed
quite
at
home
perched
on
the
high
back
of
a
carven
chair
,
announced
the
entrance
of
a
visitor
by
saying
“
Caw
—
Caw
”
quite
loudly
.
In
spite
of
Mrs
.
Medlock
’
s
warning
,
Mr
.
Roach
only
just
escaped
being
sufficiently
undignified
to
jump
backward
.
The
young
Rajah
was
neither
in
bed
nor
on
his
sofa
.
He
was
sitting
in
an
armchair
and
a
young
lamb
was
standing
by
him
shaking
its
tail
in
feeding
-
lamb
fashion
as
Dickon
knelt
giving
it
milk
from
its
bottle
.
A
squirrel
was
perched
on
Dickon
’
s
bent
back
attentively
nibbling
a
nut
.
The
little
girl
from
India
was
sitting
on
a
big
footstool
looking
on
.
“
Here
is
Mr
.
Roach
,
Master
Colin
,
”
said
Mrs
.
Medlock
.
The
young
Rajah
turned
and
looked
his
servitor
over
—
at
least
that
was
what
the
head
gardener
felt
happened
.
“
Oh
,
you
are
Roach
,
are
you
?
”
he
said
.
“
I
sent
for
you
to
give
you
some
very
important
orders
.
”
“
Very
good
,
sir
,
”
answered
Roach
,
wondering
if
he
was
to
receive
instructions
to
fell
all
the
oaks
in
the
park
or
to
transform
the
orchards
into
water
-
gardens
.
“
I
am
going
out
in
my
chair
this
afternoon
,
”
said
Colin
.
“
If
the
fresh
air
agrees
with
me
I
may
go
out
every
day
.
When
I
go
,
none
of
the
gardeners
are
to
be
anywhere
near
the
Long
Walk
by
the
garden
walls
.
No
one
is
to
be
there
.
I
shall
go
out
about
two
o
’
clock
and
everyone
must
keep
away
until
I
send
word
that
they
may
go
back
to
their
work
.
”
