"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 tha' 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

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