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It
was
an
agreeable
idea
,
easily
carried
out
,
and
when
the
white
cloth
was
spread
upon
the
grass
,
with
hot
tea
and
buttered
toast
and
crumpets
,
a
delightfully
hungry
meal
was
eaten
,
and
several
birds
on
domestic
errands
paused
to
inquire
what
was
going
on
and
were
led
into
investigating
crumbs
with
great
activity
.
Nut
and
Shell
whisked
up
trees
with
pieces
of
cake
and
Soot
took
the
entire
half
of
a
buttered
crumpet
into
a
corner
and
pecked
at
and
examined
and
turned
it
over
and
made
hoarse
remarks
about
it
until
he
decided
to
swallow
it
all
joyfully
in
one
gulp
.
The
afternoon
was
dragging
towards
its
mellow
hour
.
The
sun
was
deepening
the
gold
of
its
lances
,
the
bees
were
going
home
and
the
birds
were
flying
past
less
often
.
Dickon
and
Mary
were
sitting
on
the
grass
,
the
tea
-
basket
was
repacked
ready
to
be
taken
back
to
the
house
,
and
Colin
was
lying
against
his
cushions
with
his
heavy
locks
pushed
back
from
his
forehead
and
his
face
looking
quite
a
natural
color
.
“
I
don
’
t
want
this
afternoon
to
go
,
”
he
said
;
“
but
I
shall
come
back
tomorrow
,
and
the
day
after
,
and
the
day
after
,
and
the
day
after
.
”
“
You
’
ll
get
plenty
of
fresh
air
,
won
’
t
you
?
”
said
Mary
.
“
I
’
m
going
to
get
nothing
else
,
”
he
answered
.
“
I
’
ve
seen
the
spring
now
and
I
’
m
going
to
see
the
summer
.
I
’
m
going
to
see
everything
grow
here
.
I
’
m
going
to
grow
here
myself
.
”
“
That
tha
’
will
,
”
said
Dickon
.
“
Us
’
ll
have
thee
walkin
’
about
here
an
’
diggin
’
same
as
other
folk
afore
long
.
”
Colin
flushed
tremendously
.
“
Walk
!
”
he
said
.
“
Dig
!
Shall
I
?
”
Dickon
’
s
glance
at
him
was
delicately
cautious
.
Neither
he
nor
Mary
had
ever
asked
if
anything
was
the
matter
with
his
legs
.
