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And
it
really
seemed
as
if
it
must
be
true
.
He
so
sidled
and
twittered
and
tilted
as
he
hopped
on
his
bush
.
“
Do
you
understand
everything
birds
say
?
”
said
Mary
.
Dickon
’
s
grin
spread
until
he
seemed
all
wide
,
red
,
curving
mouth
,
and
he
rubbed
his
rough
head
.
“
I
think
I
do
,
and
they
think
I
do
,
”
he
said
.
“
I
’
ve
lived
on
th
’
moor
with
’
em
so
long
.
I
’
ve
watched
’
em
break
shell
an
’
come
out
an
’
fledge
an
’
learn
to
fly
an
’
begin
to
sing
,
till
I
think
I
’
m
one
of
’
em
.
Sometimes
I
think
p
’
raps
I
’
m
a
bird
,
or
a
fox
,
or
a
rabbit
,
or
a
squirrel
,
or
even
a
beetle
,
an
’
I
don
’
t
know
it
.
”
He
laughed
and
came
back
to
the
log
and
began
to
talk
about
the
flower
seeds
again
.
He
told
her
what
they
looked
like
when
they
were
flowers
;
he
told
her
how
to
plant
them
,
and
watch
them
,
and
feed
and
water
them
.
“
See
here
,
”
he
said
suddenly
,
turning
round
to
look
at
her
.
“
I
’
ll
plant
them
for
thee
myself
.
Where
is
tha
’
garden
?
”
Mary
’
s
thin
hands
clutched
each
other
as
they
lay
on
her
lap
.
She
did
not
know
what
to
say
,
so
for
a
whole
minute
she
said
nothing
.
She
had
never
thought
of
this
.
She
felt
miserable
.
And
she
felt
as
if
she
went
red
and
then
pale
.
“
Tha
’
s
got
a
bit
o
’
garden
,
hasn
’
t
tha
’
?
”
Dickon
said
.
It
was
true
that
she
had
turned
red
and
then
pale
.
Dickon
saw
her
do
it
,
and
as
she
still
said
nothing
,
he
began
to
be
puzzled
.
“
Wouldn
’
t
they
give
thee
a
bit
?
”
he
asked
.
“
Hasn
’
t
tha
’
got
any
yet
?
”
