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“
Yes
,
”
answered
Dickon
,
after
it
,
and
his
low
voice
had
a
very
gentle
sound
.
Mary
gazed
at
the
tree
and
thought
.
“
The
branches
are
quite
gray
and
there
’
s
not
a
single
leaf
anywhere
,
”
Colin
went
on
.
“
It
’
s
quite
dead
,
isn
’
t
it
?
”
“
Aye
,
”
admitted
Dickon
.
“
But
them
roses
as
has
climbed
all
over
it
will
near
hide
every
bit
o
’
th
’
dead
wood
when
they
’
re
full
o
’
leaves
an
’
flowers
.
It
won
’
t
look
dead
then
.
It
’
ll
be
th
’
prettiest
of
all
.
”
Mary
still
gazed
at
the
tree
and
thought
.
“
It
looks
as
if
a
big
branch
had
been
broken
off
,
”
said
Colin
.
“
I
wonder
how
it
was
done
.
”
“
It
’
s
been
done
many
a
year
,
”
answered
Dickon
.
“
Eh
!
”
with
a
sudden
relieved
start
and
laying
his
hand
on
Colin
.
“
Look
at
that
robin
!
There
he
is
!
He
’
s
been
foragin
’
for
his
mate
.
”
Colin
was
almost
too
late
but
he
just
caught
sight
of
him
,
the
flash
of
red
-
breasted
bird
with
something
in
his
beak
.
He
darted
through
the
greenness
and
into
the
close
-
grown
corner
and
was
out
of
sight
.
Colin
leaned
back
on
his
cushion
again
,
laughing
a
little
.
“
He
’
s
taking
her
tea
to
her
.
Perhaps
it
’
s
five
o
’
clock
.
I
think
I
’
d
like
some
tea
myself
.
”
And
so
they
were
safe
.
