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“
I
’
m
well
!
I
’
m
well
!
”
said
Colin
again
,
and
his
face
went
quite
red
all
over
.
He
had
known
it
before
in
a
way
,
he
had
hoped
it
and
felt
it
and
thought
about
it
,
but
just
at
that
minute
something
had
rushed
all
through
him
—
a
sort
of
rapturous
belief
and
realization
and
it
had
been
so
strong
that
he
could
not
help
calling
out
.
“
I
shall
live
forever
and
ever
and
ever
!
”
he
cried
grandly
.
“
I
shall
find
out
thousands
and
thousands
of
things
.
I
shall
find
out
about
people
and
creatures
and
everything
that
grows
—
like
Dickon
—
and
I
shall
never
stop
making
Magic
.
I
’
m
well
!
I
’
m
well
!
I
feel
—
I
feel
as
if
I
want
to
shout
out
something
—
something
thankful
,
joyful
!
”
Ben
Weatherstaff
,
who
had
been
working
near
a
rose
-
bush
,
glanced
round
at
him
.
“
Tha
’
might
sing
th
’
Doxology
,
”
he
suggested
in
his
dryest
grunt
.
He
had
no
opinion
of
the
Doxology
and
he
did
not
make
the
suggestion
with
any
particular
reverence
.
But
Colin
was
of
an
exploring
mind
and
he
knew
nothing
about
the
Doxology
.
“
What
is
that
?
”
he
inquired
.
“
Dickon
can
sing
it
for
thee
,
I
’
ll
warrant
,
”
replied
Ben
Weatherstaff
.
Dickon
answered
with
his
all
-
perceiving
animal
charmer
’
s
smile
.
“
They
sing
it
i
’
church
,
”
he
said
.
“
Mother
says
she
believes
th
’
skylarks
sings
it
when
they
gets
up
i
’
th
’
mornin
’
.
”
