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When
she
found
a
moment
to
spare
she
liked
to
go
out
and
talk
to
him
.
After
supper
there
was
still
a
long
clear
twilight
to
work
in
and
that
was
her
quiet
time
.
She
could
sit
upon
the
low
rough
wall
and
look
on
and
hear
stories
of
the
day
.
She
loved
this
time
.
There
were
not
only
vegetables
in
this
garden
.
Dickon
had
bought
penny
packages
of
flower
seeds
now
and
then
and
sown
bright
sweet
-
scented
things
among
gooseberry
bushes
and
even
cabbages
and
he
grew
borders
of
mignonette
and
pinks
and
pansies
and
things
whose
seeds
he
could
save
year
after
year
or
whose
roots
would
bloom
each
spring
and
spread
in
time
into
fine
clumps
.
The
low
wall
was
one
of
the
prettiest
things
in
Yorkshire
because
he
had
tucked
moorland
foxglove
and
ferns
and
rock
-
cress
and
hedgerow
flowers
into
every
crevice
until
only
here
and
there
glimpses
of
the
stones
were
to
be
seen
.
“
All
a
chap
’
s
got
to
do
to
make
’
em
thrive
,
mother
,
”
he
would
say
,
“
is
to
be
friends
with
’
em
for
sure
.
They
’
re
just
like
th
’
‘
creatures
.
’
If
they
’
re
thirsty
give
’
em
drink
and
if
they
’
re
hungry
give
’
em
a
bit
o
’
food
.
They
want
to
live
same
as
we
do
.
If
they
died
I
should
feel
as
if
I
’
d
been
a
bad
lad
and
somehow
treated
them
heartless
.
”
It
was
in
these
twilight
hours
that
Mrs
.
Sowerby
heard
of
all
that
happened
at
Misselthwaite
Manor
.
At
first
she
was
only
told
that
“
Mester
Colin
”
had
taken
a
fancy
to
going
out
into
the
grounds
with
Miss
Mary
and
that
it
was
doing
him
good
.
But
it
was
not
long
before
it
was
agreed
between
the
two
children
that
Dickon
’
s
mother
might
“
come
into
the
secret
.
”
Somehow
it
was
not
doubted
that
she
was
“
safe
for
sure
.
”
So
one
beautiful
still
evening
Dickon
told
the
whole
story
,
with
all
the
thrilling
details
of
the
buried
key
and
the
robin
and
the
gray
haze
which
had
seemed
like
deadness
and
the
secret
Mistress
Mary
had
planned
never
to
reveal
.
The
coming
of
Dickon
and
how
it
had
been
told
to
him
,
the
doubt
of
Mester
Colin
and
the
final
drama
of
his
introduction
to
the
hidden
domain
,
combined
with
the
incident
of
Ben
Weatherstaff
’
s
angry
face
peering
over
the
wall
and
Mester
Colin
’
s
sudden
indignant
strength
,
made
Mrs
.
Sowerby
’
s
nice
-
looking
face
quite
change
color
several
times
.
“
My
word
!
”
she
said
.
“
It
was
a
good
thing
that
little
lass
came
to
th
’
Manor
.
It
’
s
been
th
’
makin
’
o
’
her
an
’
th
’
savin
,
o
’
him
.
Standin
’
on
his
feet
!
An
’
us
all
thinkin
’
he
was
a
poor
half
-
witted
lad
with
not
a
straight
bone
in
him
.
”
She
asked
a
great
many
questions
and
her
blue
eyes
were
full
of
deep
thinking
.
“
What
do
they
make
of
it
at
th
’
Manor
—
him
being
so
well
an
’
cheerful
an
’
never
complainin
’
?
”
she
inquired
.
“
They
don
’
t
know
what
to
make
of
it
,
”
answered
Dickon
.
“
Every
day
as
comes
round
his
face
looks
different
.
It
’
s
fillin
’
out
and
doesn
’
t
look
so
sharp
an
’
th
’
waxy
color
is
goin
’
.
But
he
has
to
do
his
bit
o
’
complainin
’
,
”
with
a
highly
entertained
grin
.
