knees and bared his head too with a sort of
puzzled half-resentful look on his old face as if
he didn't know exactly why he was doing this remarkable
thing.

Dickon stood out among the trees and rose-bushes
and began to sing in quite a simple matter-of-fact
way and in a nice strong boy voice:

/tab\"Praise God from whom all blessings flow,
/tab\Praise Him all creatures here below,
/tab\Praise Him above ye Heavenly Host,
/tab\Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost.
/tab\/tab\/tab\Amen."

When he had finished, Ben Weatherstaff was
standing quite still with his jaws set obstinately
but with a disturbed look in his eyes fixed on Colin.
Colin's face was thoughtful and appreciative.

"It is a very nice song," he said. "I like it.
Perhaps it means just what I mean when I want
to shout out that I am thankful to the Magic."
He stopped and thought in a puzzled way. "Perhaps
they are both the same thing. How can we
know the exact names of everything? Sing it
again, Dickon. Let us try, Mary. I want to
sing it, too. It's my song. How does it begin?
'Praise God from whom all blessings flow'?"

And they sang it again, and Mary and Colin
lifted their voices as musically as they could and

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