never talked about. He saw some of them now in this boy.
Aye, that we do, he answered.
Mary looked hard too, but she said nothing.
Just this minute, said Colin, all at once I remembered it
myself when I looked at my hand digging with the trowel and I had to
stand up on my feet to see if it was real. And it is real! I m
_well_ I m _well!_
Aye, that th art! said Dickon.
I m well! I m well! said Colin again, and his face went quite red all
over.
He had known it before in a way, he had hoped it and felt it and
thought about it, but just at that minute something had rushed all
through him a sort of rapturous belief and realization and it had been
so strong that he could not help calling out.
I shall live forever and ever and ever! he cried grandly. I shall
find out thousands and thousands of things. I shall find out about
people and creatures and everything that grows like Dickon and I shall
never stop making Magic. I m well! I m well! I feel I feel as if I want
to shout out something something thankful, joyful!
Ben Weatherstaff, who had been working near a rose-bush, glanced round
at him.
Tha might sing th Doxology, he suggested in his dryest grunt. He
had no opinion of the Doxology and he did not make the suggestion with
any particular reverence.
But Colin was of an exploring mind and he knew nothing about the
Doxology.
What is that? he inquired.
Dickon can sing it for thee, I ll warrant, replied Ben Weatherstaff.
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