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“
I
think
we
shall
have
to
eat
it
all
this
morning
,
Mary
,
”
Colin
always
ended
by
saying
.
“
We
can
send
away
some
of
the
lunch
and
a
great
deal
of
the
dinner
.
”
But
they
never
found
they
could
send
away
anything
and
the
highly
polished
condition
of
the
empty
plates
returned
to
the
pantry
awakened
much
comment
.
“
I
do
wish
,
”
Colin
would
say
also
,
“
I
do
wish
the
slices
of
ham
were
thicker
,
and
one
muffin
each
is
not
enough
for
anyone
.
”
“
It
’
s
enough
for
a
person
who
is
going
to
die
,
”
answered
Mary
when
first
she
heard
this
,
“
but
it
’
s
not
enough
for
a
person
who
is
going
to
live
.
I
sometimes
feel
as
if
I
could
eat
three
when
those
nice
fresh
heather
and
gorse
smells
from
the
moor
come
pouring
in
at
the
open
window
.
”
The
morning
that
Dickon
—
after
they
had
been
enjoying
themselves
in
the
garden
for
about
two
hours
—
went
behind
a
big
rosebush
and
brought
forth
two
tin
pails
and
revealed
that
one
was
full
of
rich
new
milk
with
cream
on
the
top
of
it
,
and
that
the
other
held
cottage
-
made
currant
buns
folded
in
a
clean
blue
and
white
napkin
,
buns
so
carefully
tucked
in
that
they
were
still
hot
,
there
was
a
riot
of
surprised
joyfulness
.
What
a
wonderful
thing
for
Mrs
.
Sowerby
to
think
of
!
What
a
kind
,
clever
woman
she
must
be
!
How
good
the
buns
were
!
And
what
delicious
fresh
milk
!
“
Magic
is
in
her
just
as
it
is
in
Dickon
,
”
said
Colin
.
“
It
makes
her
think
of
ways
to
do
things
—
nice
things
.
She
is
a
Magic
person
.
Tell
her
we
are
grateful
,
Dickon
—
extremely
grateful
.
”
He
was
given
to
using
rather
grown
-
up
phrases
at
times
.
He
enjoyed
them
.
He
liked
this
so
much
that
he
improved
upon
it
.
“
Tell
her
she
has
been
most
bounteous
and
our
gratitude
is
extreme
.
”
And
then
forgetting
his
grandeur
he
fell
to
and
stuffed
himself
with
buns
and
drank
milk
out
of
the
pail
in
copious
draughts
in
the
manner
of
any
hungry
little
boy
who
had
been
taking
unusual
exercise
and
breathing
in
moorland
air
and
whose
breakfast
was
more
than
two
hours
behind
him
.
