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Mary
sniffed
and
thought
she
could
.
“
I
smell
something
nice
and
fresh
and
damp
,
”
she
said
.
“
That
’
s
th
’
good
rich
earth
,
”
he
answered
,
digging
away
.
“
It
’
s
in
a
good
humor
makin
’
ready
to
grow
things
.
It
’
s
glad
when
plantin
’
time
comes
.
It
’
s
dull
in
th
’
winter
when
it
’
s
got
nowt
to
do
.
In
th
’
flower
gardens
out
there
things
will
be
stirrin
’
down
below
in
th
’
dark
.
Th
’
sun
’
s
warmin
’
’
em
.
You
’
ll
see
bits
o
’
green
spikes
stickin
’
out
o
’
th
’
black
earth
after
a
bit
.
”
“
What
will
they
be
?
”
asked
Mary
.
“
Crocuses
an
’
snowdrops
an
’
daffydowndillys
.
Has
tha
’
never
seen
them
?
”
“
No
.
Everything
is
hot
,
and
wet
,
and
green
after
the
rains
in
India
,
”
said
Mary
.
“
And
I
think
things
grow
up
in
a
night
.
”
“
These
won
’
t
grow
up
in
a
night
,
”
said
Weatherstaff
.
“
Tha
’
ll
have
to
wait
for
’
em
.
They
’
ll
poke
up
a
bit
higher
here
,
an
’
push
out
a
spike
more
there
,
an
’
uncurl
a
leaf
this
day
an
’
another
that
.
You
watch
’
em
.
”
“
I
am
going
to
,
”
answered
Mary
.
Very
soon
she
heard
the
soft
rustling
flight
of
wings
again
and
she
knew
at
once
that
the
robin
had
come
again
.
He
was
very
pert
and
lively
,
and
hopped
about
so
close
to
her
feet
,
and
put
his
head
on
one
side
and
looked
at
her
so
slyly
that
she
asked
Ben
Weatherstaff
a
question
.
