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“
Tha
’
come
an
’
did
a
bit
o
’
prunin
’
!
”
cried
Dickon
.
“
I
couldn
’
t
make
out
how
it
had
been
done
.
”
“
She
was
so
fond
of
it
—
she
was
!
”
said
Ben
Weatherstaff
slowly
.
“
An
’
she
was
such
a
pretty
young
thing
.
She
says
to
me
once
,
‘
Ben
,
’
says
she
laughin
’
,
‘
if
ever
I
’
m
ill
or
if
I
go
away
you
must
take
care
of
my
roses
.
’
When
she
did
go
away
th
’
orders
was
no
one
was
ever
to
come
nigh
.
But
I
come
,
”
with
grumpy
obstinacy
.
“
Over
th
’
wall
I
come
—
until
th
’
rheumatics
stopped
me
—
an
’
I
did
a
bit
o
’
work
once
a
year
.
She
’
d
gave
her
order
first
.
”
“
It
wouldn
’
t
have
been
as
wick
as
it
is
if
tha
’
hadn
’
t
done
it
,
”
said
Dickon
.
“
I
did
wonder
.
”
“
I
’
m
glad
you
did
it
,
Weatherstaff
,
”
said
Colin
.
“
You
’
ll
know
how
to
keep
the
secret
.
”
“
Aye
,
I
’
ll
know
,
sir
,
”
answered
Ben
.
“
An
’
it
’
ll
be
easier
for
a
man
wi
’
rheumatics
to
come
in
at
th
’
door
.
”
On
the
grass
near
the
tree
Mary
had
dropped
her
trowel
.
Colin
stretched
out
his
hand
and
took
it
up
.
An
odd
expression
came
into
his
face
and
he
began
to
scratch
at
the
earth
.
His
thin
hand
was
weak
enough
but
presently
as
they
watched
him
—
Mary
with
quite
breathless
interest
—
he
drove
the
end
of
the
trowel
into
the
soil
and
turned
some
over
.
“
You
can
do
it
!
You
can
do
it
!
”
said
Mary
to
herself
.
“
I
tell
you
,
you
can
!
”
Dickon
’
s
round
eyes
were
full
of
eager
curiousness
but
he
said
not
a
word
.
Ben
Weatherstaff
looked
on
with
interested
face
.
Colin
persevered
.
After
he
had
turned
a
few
trowelfuls
of
soil
he
spoke
exultantly
to
Dickon
in
his
best
Yorkshire
.
“
Tha
’
said
as
tha
’
d
have
me
walkin
’
about
here
same
as
other
folk
—
an
’
tha
’
said
tha
’
d
have
me
diggin
’
.
I
thowt
tha
’
was
just
leein
’
to
please
me
.
This
is
only
th
’
first
day
an
’
I
’
ve
walked
—
an
’
here
I
am
diggin
’
.
”
