anything and the highly polished condition of the
empty plates returned to the pantry awakened
much comment.

"I do wish," Colin would say also, "I do wish
the slices of ham were thicker, and one muffin each
is not enough for any one."

"It's enough for a person who is going to die,"
answered Mary when first she heard this, "but
it's not enough for a person who is going to live.
I sometimes feel as if I could eat three when
those nice fresh heather and gorse smells from the
moor come pouring in at the open window."

The morning that Dickon -- after they had
been enjoying themselves in the garden for about
two hours -- went behind a big rose-bush and
brought forth two tin pails and revealed that one
was full of rich new milk with cream on the top of
it, and that the other held cottage-made currant
buns folded in a clean blue and white napkin, buns
so carefully tucked in that they were still hot, there
was a riot of surprised joyfulness. What a wonderful
thing for Mrs. Sowerby to think of! What
a kind, clever woman she must be! How good the
buns were! And what delicious fresh milk!

"Magic is in her just as it is in Dickon," said
Colin. "It makes her think of ways to do things
-- nice things. She is a Magic person. Tell her
we are grateful, Dickon -- extremely grateful."

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