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When
he
had
finished
,
Ben
Weatherstaff
was
standing
quite
still
with
his
jaws
set
obstinately
but
with
a
disturbed
look
in
his
eyes
fixed
on
Colin
.
Colin
’
s
face
was
thoughtful
and
appreciative
.
“
It
is
a
very
nice
song
,
”
he
said
.
“
I
like
it
.
Perhaps
it
means
just
what
I
mean
when
I
want
to
shout
out
that
I
am
thankful
to
the
Magic
.
”
He
stopped
and
thought
in
a
puzzled
way
.
“
Perhaps
they
are
both
the
same
thing
.
How
can
we
know
the
exact
names
of
everything
?
Sing
it
again
,
Dickon
.
Let
us
try
,
Mary
.
I
want
to
sing
it
,
too
.
It
’
s
my
song
.
How
does
it
begin
?
‘
Praise
God
from
whom
all
blessings
flow
’
?
”
And
they
sang
it
again
,
and
Mary
and
Colin
lifted
their
voices
as
musically
as
they
could
and
Dickon
’
s
swelled
quite
loud
and
beautiful
—
and
at
the
second
line
Ben
Weatherstaff
raspingly
cleared
his
throat
and
at
the
third
line
he
joined
in
with
such
vigor
that
it
seemed
almost
savage
and
when
the
“
Amen
”
came
to
an
end
Mary
observed
that
the
very
same
thing
had
happened
to
him
which
had
happened
when
he
found
out
that
Colin
was
not
a
cripple
—
his
chin
was
twitching
and
he
was
staring
and
winking
and
his
leathery
old
cheeks
were
wet
.
“
I
never
seed
no
sense
in
th
’
Doxology
afore
,
”
he
said
hoarsely
,
“
but
I
may
change
my
mind
i
’
time
.
I
should
say
tha
’
d
gone
up
five
pound
this
week
Mester
Colin
—
five
on
’
em
!
”
Colin
was
looking
across
the
garden
at
something
attracting
his
attention
and
his
expression
had
become
a
startled
one
.
“
Who
is
coming
in
here
?
”
he
said
quickly
.
“
Who
is
it
?
”
The
door
in
the
ivied
wall
had
been
pushed
gently
open
and
a
woman
had
entered
.
She
had
come
in
with
the
last
line
of
their
song
and
she
had
stood
still
listening
and
looking
at
them
.
With
the
ivy
behind
her
,
the
sunlight
drifting
through
the
trees
and
dappling
her
long
blue
cloak
,
and
her
nice
fresh
face
smiling
across
the
greenery
she
was
rather
like
a
softly
colored
illustration
in
one
of
Colin
’
s
books
.
She
had
wonderful
affectionate
eyes
which
seemed
to
take
everything
in
—
all
of
them
,
even
Ben
Weatherstaff
and
the
“
creatures
”
and
every
flower
that
was
in
bloom
.
Unexpectedly
as
she
had
appeared
,
not
one
of
them
felt
that
she
was
an
intruder
at
all
.
Dickon
’
s
eyes
lighted
like
lamps
.
“
It
’
s
mother
—
that
’
s
who
it
is
!
”
he
cried
and
went
across
the
grass
at
a
run
.
