![]() “It’s Mother-that’s who it is!” he cried and he went across the grass at a run.Ĭolin began to move toward her, too, and Mary went with him. Unexpectedly as she had appeared, not one of them felt that she was an intruder at all. She had wonderful affec tionate eyes which seemed to take everything in-all of them, even Ben Weatherstaff and the “creatures” and every flower that was in bloom. ![]() With the ivy behind her, the sunlight drifting through the trees and dappling her long blue cloak, and her nice fresh face smiling across the greenery she was rather like a softly colored illustration in one of Colin’s books. She had come in with the last line of their song and she had stood still listening and looking at them. ![]() The door in the ivied wall had been pushed gently open and a woman had entered. “Who is coming in here?” he said quickly. I should say tha’d gone up five pound this week, Mester Colin-five on ’em!”Ĭolin was looking across the garden at something attracting his attention and his expression had become a startled one. “I never seed no sense in th’ Doxology afore,” he said hoarsely, “but I may change my mind i’ time. “‘PRAISE GOD FROM WHOM ALL BLESSINGS FLOW'”Īnd they sang it again, and Mary and Colin lifted their voices as musically as they could and Dickon’s swelled quite loud and beautiful-and at the second line Ben Weatherstaff raspingly cleared his throat and at the third he joined in with such vigor that it seemed almost savage and when the “Amen” came to an end Mary observed that the very same thing had happened to him which had happened when he found out that Colin was not a cripple-his chin was twitching and he was staring and winking and his leathery old cheeks were wet.
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