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This
was
the
beginning
of
many
agreeable
incidents
of
the
same
kind
.
They
actually
awoke
to
the
fact
that
as
Mrs
.
Sowerby
had
fourteen
people
to
provide
food
for
she
might
not
have
enough
to
satisfy
two
extra
appetites
every
day
.
So
they
asked
her
to
let
them
send
some
of
their
shillings
to
buy
things
.
Dickon
made
the
stimulating
discovery
that
in
the
wood
in
the
park
outside
the
garden
where
Mary
had
first
found
him
piping
to
the
wild
creatures
there
was
a
deep
little
hollow
where
you
could
build
a
sort
of
tiny
oven
with
stones
and
roast
potatoes
and
eggs
in
it
.
Roasted
eggs
were
a
previously
unknown
luxury
and
very
hot
potatoes
with
salt
and
fresh
butter
in
them
were
fit
for
a
woodland
king
—
besides
being
deliciously
satisfying
.
You
could
buy
both
potatoes
and
eggs
and
eat
as
many
as
you
liked
without
feeling
as
if
you
were
taking
food
out
of
the
mouths
of
fourteen
people
.
Every
beautiful
morning
the
Magic
was
worked
by
the
mystic
circle
under
the
plum
-
tree
which
provided
a
canopy
of
thickening
green
leaves
after
its
brief
blossom
-
time
was
ended
.
After
the
ceremony
Colin
always
took
his
walking
exercise
and
throughout
the
day
he
exercised
his
newly
found
power
at
intervals
.
Each
day
he
grew
stronger
and
could
walk
more
steadily
and
cover
more
ground
.
And
each
day
his
belief
in
the
Magic
grew
stronger
—
as
well
it
might
.
He
tried
one
experiment
after
another
as
he
felt
himself
gaining
strength
and
it
was
Dickon
who
showed
him
the
best
things
of
all
.
“
Yesterday
,
”
he
said
one
morning
after
an
absence
,
“
I
went
to
Thwaite
for
mother
an
’
near
th
’
Blue
Cow
Inn
I
seed
Bob
Haworth
.
He
’
s
the
strongest
chap
on
th
’
moor
.
He
’
s
the
champion
wrestler
an
’
he
can
jump
higher
than
any
other
chap
an
’
throw
th
’
hammer
farther
.
He
’
s
gone
all
th
’
way
to
Scotland
for
th
’
sports
some
years
.
He
’
s
knowed
me
ever
since
I
was
a
little
’
un
an
’
he
’
s
a
friendly
sort
an
’
I
axed
him
some
questions
.
Th
’
gentry
calls
him
a
athlete
and
I
thought
o
’
thee
,
Mester
Colin
,
and
I
says
,
‘
How
did
tha
’
make
tha
’
muscles
stick
out
that
way
,
Bob
?
Did
tha
’
do
anythin
’
extra
to
make
thysel
’
so
strong
?
’
An
’
he
says
‘
Well
,
yes
,
lad
,
I
did
.
A
strong
man
in
a
show
that
came
to
Thwaite
once
showed
me
how
to
exercise
my
arms
an
’
legs
an
’
every
muscle
in
my
body
.
An
’
I
says
,
‘
Could
a
delicate
chap
make
himself
stronger
with
’
em
,
Bob
?
’
an
’
he
laughed
an
’
says
,
‘
Art
tha
’
th
’
delicate
chap
?
’
an
’
I
says
,
‘
No
,
but
I
knows
a
young
gentleman
that
’
s
gettin
’
well
of
a
long
illness
an
’
I
wish
I
knowed
some
o
’
them
tricks
to
tell
him
about
.
’
I
didn
’
t
say
no
names
an
’
he
didn
’
t
ask
none
.
He
’
s
friendly
same
as
I
said
an
’
he
stood
up
an
’
showed
me
good
-
natured
like
,
an
’
I
imitated
what
he
did
till
I
knowed
it
by
heart
.
”
Colin
had
been
listening
excitedly
.
“
Can
you
show
me
?
”
he
cried
.
“
Will
you
?
”
“
Aye
,
to
be
sure
,
”
Dickon
answered
,
getting
up
.
“
But
he
says
tha
’
mun
do
’
em
gentle
at
first
an
’
be
careful
not
to
tire
thysel
’
.
Rest
in
between
times
an
’
take
deep
breaths
an
’
don
’
t
overdo
.
”
“
I
’
ll
be
careful
,
”
said
Colin
.
“
Show
me
!
Show
me
!
Dickon
,
you
are
the
most
Magic
boy
in
the
world
!
”
