Good Thing doesn't stop to worrit, bless thee. It
goes on makin' worlds by th' million' -- worlds
like us. Never thee stop believin' in th' Big Good
Thing an' knowin' th' world's full of it -- an'
call it what tha' likes. Tha' wert singin' to it
when I come into th' garden."

"I felt so joyful," said Colin, opening his beautiful
strange eyes at her. "Suddenly I felt how
different I was -- how strong my arms and legs
were, you know -- and how I could dig and stand --
and I jumped up and wanted to shout out something
to anything that would listen."

"Th' Magic listened when tha' sung th' Doxology.
It would ha' listened to anything tha'd
sung. It was th' joy that mattered. Eh! lad,
lad -- what's names to th' Joy Maker," and she
gave his shoulders a quick soft pat again.

She had packed a basket which held a regular
feast this morning, and when the hungry hour
came and Dickon brought it out from its hiding
place, she sat down with them under their tree
and watched them devour their food, laughing and
quite gloating over their appetites. She was full
of fun and made them laugh at all sorts of odd
things. She told them stories in broad Yorkshire
and taught them new words. She laughed as if
she could not help it when they told her of the

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