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“
I
suppose
learnin
’
’
em
to
fly
is
like
learnin
’
children
to
walk
,
but
I
’
m
feared
I
should
be
all
in
a
worrit
if
mine
had
wings
instead
o
’
legs
,
”
she
said
.
It
was
because
she
seemed
such
a
wonderful
woman
in
her
nice
moorland
cottage
way
that
at
last
she
was
told
about
the
Magic
.
“
Do
you
believe
in
Magic
?
”
asked
Colin
after
he
had
explained
about
Indian
fakirs
.
“
I
do
hope
you
do
.
”
“
That
I
do
,
lad
,
”
she
answered
.
“
I
never
knowed
it
by
that
name
but
what
does
th
’
name
matter
?
I
warrant
they
call
it
a
different
name
i
’
France
an
’
a
different
one
i
’
Germany
.
Th
’
same
thing
as
set
th
’
seeds
swellin
’
an
’
th
’
sun
shinin
’
made
thee
a
well
lad
an
’
it
’
s
th
’
Good
Thing
.
It
isn
’
t
like
us
poor
fools
as
think
it
matters
if
us
is
called
out
of
our
names
.
Th
’
Big
Good
Thing
doesn
’
t
stop
to
worrit
,
bless
thee
.
It
goes
on
makin
’
worlds
by
th
’
million
—
worlds
like
us
.
Never
thee
stop
believin
’
in
th
’
Big
Good
Thing
an
’
knowin
’
th
’
world
’
s
full
of
it
—
an
’
call
it
what
tha
’
likes
.
Tha
’
wert
singin
’
to
it
when
I
come
into
th
’
garden
.
”
“
I
felt
so
joyful
,
”
said
Colin
,
opening
his
beautiful
strange
eyes
at
her
.
“
Suddenly
I
felt
how
different
I
was
—
how
strong
my
arms
and
legs
were
,
you
know
—
and
how
I
could
dig
and
stand
—
and
I
jumped
up
and
wanted
to
shout
out
something
to
anything
that
would
listen
.
”
“
Th
’
Magic
listened
when
tha
’
sung
th
’
Doxology
.
It
would
ha
’
listened
to
anything
tha
’
d
sung
.
It
was
th
’
joy
that
mattered
.
Eh
!
lad
,
lad
—
what
’
s
names
to
th
’
Joy
Maker
,
”
and
she
gave
his
shoulders
a
quick
soft
pat
again
.
She
had
packed
a
basket
which
held
a
regular
feast
this
morning
,
and
when
the
hungry
hour
came
and
Dickon
brought
it
out
from
its
hiding
place
,
she
sat
down
with
them
under
their
tree
and
watched
them
devour
their
food
,
laughing
and
quite
gloating
over
their
appetites
.
She
was
full
of
fun
and
made
them
laugh
at
all
sorts
of
odd
things
.
She
told
them
stories
in
broad
Yorkshire
and
taught
them
new
words
.
She
laughed
as
if
she
could
not
help
it
when
they
told
her
of
the
increasing
difficulty
there
was
in
pretending
that
Colin
was
still
a
fretful
invalid
.
“
You
see
we
can
’
t
help
laughing
nearly
all
the
time
when
we
are
together
,
”
explained
Colin
.
“
And
it
doesn
’
t
sound
ill
at
all
.
We
try
to
choke
it
back
but
it
will
burst
out
and
that
sounds
worse
than
ever
.
”
