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“
If
she
says
that
,
it
must
be
a
nice
song
,
”
Colin
answered
.
“
I
’
ve
never
been
in
a
church
myself
.
I
was
always
too
ill
.
Sing
it
,
Dickon
.
I
want
to
hear
it
.
”
Dickon
was
quite
simple
and
unaffected
about
it
.
He
understood
what
Colin
felt
better
than
Colin
did
himself
.
He
understood
by
a
sort
of
instinct
so
natural
that
he
did
not
know
it
was
understanding
.
He
pulled
off
his
cap
and
looked
round
still
smiling
.
“
Tha
’
must
take
off
tha
’
cap
,
”
he
said
to
Colin
,
“
an
’
so
mun
tha
’
,
Ben
—
an
’
tha
’
mun
stand
up
,
tha
’
knows
.
”
Colin
took
off
his
cap
and
the
sun
shone
on
and
warmed
his
thick
hair
as
he
watched
Dickon
intently
.
Ben
Weatherstaff
scrambled
up
from
his
knees
and
bared
his
head
too
with
a
sort
of
puzzled
half
-
resentful
look
on
his
old
face
as
if
he
didn
’
t
know
exactly
why
he
was
doing
this
remarkable
thing
.
Dickon
stood
out
among
the
trees
and
rose
-
bushes
and
began
to
sing
in
quite
a
simple
matter
-
of
-
fact
way
and
in
a
nice
strong
boy
voice
:
“
Praise
God
from
whom
all
blessings
flow
,
Praise
Him
all
creatures
here
below
,
Praise
Him
above
ye
Heavenly
Host
,
Praise
Father
,
Son
,
and
Holy
Ghost
.
Amen
.
”
