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“
I
’
ve
been
gardening
,
”
she
explained
,
when
she
had
joined
me
,
“
but
I
didn
’
t
like
it
.
There
’
s
so
many
worms
about
to
-
day
.
I
hate
worms
.
Wish
they
’
d
keep
out
of
the
way
when
I
’
m
digging
.
”
“
Oh
,
I
like
worms
when
I
’
m
digging
,
”
I
replied
heartily
,
“
seem
to
make
things
more
lively
,
don
’
t
they
?
”
She
reflected
.
“
Shouldn
’
t
mind
’
em
so
much
if
they
were
warm
and
DRY
,
”
she
said
,
“
but
—
”
here
she
shivered
,
and
somehow
I
liked
her
for
it
,
though
if
it
had
been
my
own
flesh
and
blood
hoots
of
derision
would
have
instantly
assailed
her
.
From
worms
we
passed
,
naturally
enough
,
to
frogs
,
and
thence
to
pigs
,
aunts
,
gardeners
,
rocking
-
horses
,
and
other
fellow
-
citizens
of
our
common
kingdom
.
In
five
minutes
we
had
each
other
’
s
confidences
,
and
I
seemed
to
have
known
her
for
a
lifetime
.
Somehow
,
on
the
subject
of
one
’
s
self
it
was
easier
to
be
frank
and
communicative
with
her
than
with
one
’
s
female
kin
.
It
must
be
,
I
supposed
,
because
she
was
less
familiar
with
one
’
s
faulty
,
tattered
past
.
“
I
was
watching
you
as
you
came
along
the
road
,
”
she
said
presently
,
“
and
you
had
your
head
down
and
your
hands
in
your
pockets
,
and
you
weren
’
t
throwing
stones
at
anything
,
or
whistling
,
or
jumping
over
things
;
and
I
thought
perhaps
you
’
d
bin
scolded
,
or
got
a
stomach
-
ache
.
”
“
No
,
”
I
answered
shyly
,
“
it
wasn
’
t
that
.
Fact
is
,
I
was
—
I
often
—
but
it
’
s
a
secret
.
”
There
I
made
an
error
in
tactics
.
That
enkindling
word
set
her
dancing
round
me
,
half
beseeching
,
half
imperious
.
“
Oh
,
do
tell
it
me
!
”
she
cried
.
“
You
must
!
I
’
ll
never
tell
anyone
else
at
all
,
I
vow
and
declare
I
won
’
t
!
”
Her
small
frame
wriggled
with
emotion
,
and
with
imploring
eyes
she
jigged
impatiently
just
in
front
of
me
.
Her
hair
was
tumbled
bewitchingly
on
her
shoulders
,
and
even
the
loss
of
a
front
tooth
—
a
loss
incidental
to
her
age
—
seemed
but
to
add
a
piquancy
to
her
face
.
“
You
won
’
t
care
to
hear
about
it
,
”
I
said
,
wavering
.
“
Besides
,
I
can
’
t
explain
exactly
.
I
think
I
won
’
t
tell
you
.
”
But
all
the
time
I
knew
I
should
have
to
.
