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“
Tha
’
thinks
tha
’
ll
get
over
me
by
doin
’
that
,
”
said
Ben
,
wrinkling
his
face
up
in
such
a
way
that
Mary
felt
sure
he
was
trying
not
to
look
pleased
.
“
Tha
’
thinks
no
one
can
stand
out
against
thee
—
that
’
s
what
tha
’
thinks
.
”
The
robin
spread
his
wings
—
Mary
could
scarcely
believe
her
eyes
.
He
flew
right
up
to
the
handle
of
Ben
Weatherstaff
’
s
spade
and
alighted
on
the
top
of
it
.
Then
the
old
man
’
s
face
wrinkled
itself
slowly
into
a
new
expression
.
He
stood
still
as
if
he
were
afraid
to
breathe
—
as
if
he
would
not
have
stirred
for
the
world
,
lest
his
robin
should
start
away
.
He
spoke
quite
in
a
whisper
.
“
Well
,
I
’
m
danged
!
”
he
said
as
softly
as
if
he
were
saying
something
quite
different
.
“
Tha
’
does
know
how
to
get
at
a
chap
—
tha
’
does
!
Tha
’
s
fair
unearthly
,
tha
’
s
so
knowin
’
.
”
And
he
stood
without
stirring
—
almost
without
drawing
his
breath
—
until
the
robin
gave
another
flirt
to
his
wings
and
flew
away
.
Then
he
stood
looking
at
the
handle
of
the
spade
as
if
there
might
be
Magic
in
it
,
and
then
he
began
to
dig
again
and
said
nothing
for
several
minutes
.
But
because
he
kept
breaking
into
a
slow
grin
now
and
then
,
Mary
was
not
afraid
to
talk
to
him
.
“
Have
you
a
garden
of
your
own
?
”
she
asked
.
“
No
.
I
’
m
bachelder
an
’
lodge
with
Martin
at
th
’
gate
.
”
“
If
you
had
one
,
”
said
Mary
,
“
what
would
you
plant
?
”
“
Cabbages
an
’
’
taters
an
’
onions
.
”
