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“
It
was
Magic
which
sent
the
robin
,
”
said
Mary
secretly
to
Dickon
afterward
.
“
I
know
it
was
Magic
.
”
For
both
she
and
Dickon
had
been
afraid
Colin
might
ask
something
about
the
tree
whose
branch
had
broken
off
ten
years
ago
and
they
had
talked
it
over
together
and
Dickon
had
stood
and
rubbed
his
head
in
a
troubled
way
.
“
We
mun
look
as
if
it
wasn
’
t
no
different
from
th
’
other
trees
,
”
he
had
said
.
“
We
couldn
’
t
never
tell
him
how
it
broke
,
poor
lad
.
If
he
says
anything
about
it
we
mun
—
we
mun
try
to
look
cheerful
.
”
“
Aye
,
that
we
mun
,
”
had
answered
Mary
.
But
she
had
not
felt
as
if
she
looked
cheerful
when
she
gazed
at
the
tree
.
She
wondered
and
wondered
in
those
few
moments
if
there
was
any
reality
in
that
other
thing
Dickon
had
said
.
He
had
gone
on
rubbing
his
rust
-
red
hair
in
a
puzzled
way
,
but
a
nice
comforted
look
had
begun
to
grow
in
his
blue
eyes
.
“
Mrs
.
Craven
was
a
very
lovely
young
lady
,
”
he
had
gone
on
rather
hesitatingly
.
“
An
’
mother
she
thinks
maybe
she
’
s
about
Misselthwaite
many
a
time
lookin
’
after
Mester
Colin
,
same
as
all
mothers
do
when
they
’
re
took
out
o
’
th
’
world
.
They
have
to
come
back
,
tha
’
sees
.
Happen
she
’
s
been
in
the
garden
an
’
happen
it
was
her
set
us
to
work
,
an
’
told
us
to
bring
him
here
.
”
Mary
had
thought
he
meant
something
about
Magic
.
She
was
a
great
believer
in
Magic
.
Secretly
she
quite
believed
that
Dickon
worked
Magic
,
of
course
good
Magic
,
on
everything
near
him
and
that
was
why
people
liked
him
so
much
and
wild
creatures
knew
he
was
their
friend
.
She
wondered
,
indeed
,
if
it
were
not
possible
that
his
gift
had
brought
the
robin
just
at
the
right
moment
when
Colin
asked
that
dangerous
question
.
She
felt
that
his
Magic
was
working
all
the
afternoon
and
making
Colin
look
like
an
entirely
different
boy
.
It
did
not
seem
possible
that
he
could
be
the
crazy
creature
who
had
screamed
and
beaten
and
bitten
his
pillow
.
Even
his
ivory
whiteness
seemed
to
change
.
The
faint
glow
of
color
which
had
shown
on
his
face
and
neck
and
hands
when
he
first
got
inside
the
garden
really
never
quite
died
away
.
He
looked
as
if
he
were
made
of
flesh
instead
of
ivory
or
wax
.
They
saw
the
robin
carry
food
to
his
mate
two
or
three
times
,
and
it
was
so
suggestive
of
afternoon
tea
that
Colin
felt
they
must
have
some
.
“
Go
and
make
one
of
the
men
servants
bring
some
in
a
basket
to
the
rhododendron
walk
,
”
he
said
.
“
And
then
you
and
Dickon
can
bring
it
here
.
”
