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“
You
are
just
what
I
—
what
I
wanted
,
”
he
said
.
“
I
wish
you
were
my
mother
—
as
well
as
Dickon
’
s
!
”
All
at
once
Susan
Sowerby
bent
down
and
drew
him
with
her
warm
arms
close
against
the
bosom
under
the
blue
cloak
—
as
if
he
had
been
Dickon
’
s
brother
.
The
quick
mist
swept
over
her
eyes
.
“
Eh
!
dear
lad
!
”
she
said
.
“
Thy
own
mother
’
s
in
this
’
ere
very
garden
,
I
do
believe
.
She
couldna
’
keep
out
of
it
.
Thy
father
mun
come
back
to
thee
—
he
mun
!
”
In
each
century
since
the
beginning
of
the
world
wonderful
things
have
been
discovered
.
In
the
last
century
more
amazing
things
were
found
out
than
in
any
century
before
.
In
this
new
century
hundreds
of
things
still
more
astounding
will
be
brought
to
light
.
At
first
people
refuse
to
believe
that
a
strange
new
thing
can
be
done
,
then
they
begin
to
hope
it
can
be
done
,
then
they
see
it
can
be
done
—
then
it
is
done
and
all
the
world
wonders
why
it
was
not
done
centuries
ago
.
One
of
the
new
things
people
began
to
find
out
in
the
last
century
was
that
thoughts
—
just
mere
thoughts
—
are
as
powerful
as
electric
batteries
—
as
good
for
one
as
sunlight
is
,
or
as
bad
for
one
as
poison
.
To
let
a
sad
thought
or
a
bad
one
get
into
your
mind
is
as
dangerous
as
letting
a
scarlet
fever
germ
get
into
your
body
.
If
you
let
it
stay
there
after
it
has
got
in
you
may
never
get
over
it
as
long
as
you
live
.
So
long
as
Mistress
Mary
’
s
mind
was
full
of
disagreeable
thoughts
about
her
dislikes
and
sour
opinions
of
people
and
her
determination
not
to
be
pleased
by
or
interested
in
anything
,
she
was
a
yellow
-
faced
,
sickly
,
bored
and
wretched
child
.
Circumstances
,
however
,
were
very
kind
to
her
,
though
she
was
not
at
all
aware
of
it
.
They
began
to
push
her
about
for
her
own
good
.
When
her
mind
gradually
filled
itself
with
robins
,
and
moorland
cottages
crowded
with
children
,
with
queer
crabbed
old
gardeners
and
common
little
Yorkshire
housemaids
,
with
springtime
and
with
secret
gardens
coming
alive
day
by
day
,
and
also
with
a
moor
boy
and
his
“
creatures
,
”
there
was
no
room
left
for
the
disagreeable
thoughts
which
affected
her
liver
and
her
digestion
and
made
her
yellow
and
tired
.
So
long
as
Colin
shut
himself
up
in
his
room
and
thought
only
of
his
fears
and
weakness
and
his
detestation
of
people
who
looked
at
him
and
reflected
hourly
on
humps
and
early
death
,
he
was
a
hysterical
half
-
crazy
little
hypochondriac
who
knew
nothing
of
the
sunshine
and
the
spring
and
also
did
not
know
that
he
could
get
well
and
could
stand
upon
his
feet
if
he
tried
to
do
it
.
When
new
beautiful
thoughts
began
to
push
out
the
old
hideous
ones
,
life
began
to
come
back
to
him
,
his
blood
ran
healthily
through
his
veins
and
strength
poured
into
him
like
a
flood
.
His
scientific
experiment
was
quite
practical
and
simple
and
there
was
nothing
weird
about
it
at
all
.
Much
more
surprising
things
can
happen
to
anyone
who
,
when
a
disagreeable
or
discouraged
thought
comes
into
his
mind
,
just
has
the
sense
to
remember
in
time
and
push
it
out
by
putting
in
an
agreeable
determinedly
courageous
one
.
Two
things
cannot
be
in
one
place
.
“
Where
you
tend
a
rose
,
my
lad
,
A
thistle
cannot
grow
.
”
