第 34 节
作者:青词      更新:2021-02-19 17:43      字数:9322
  glistening; instead of his ears。
  〃There are so many sounds of singing and humming and calling out;〃 he said。  〃What is that scent the puffs of wind bring?〃
  〃It's gorse on th' moor that's openin' out;〃 answered Dickon。 〃Eh! th' bees are at it wonderful today。〃
  Not a human creature was to be caught sight of in the paths they took。  In fact every gardener or gardener's lad had been witched away。  But they wound in and out among the shrubbery and out and round the fountain beds; following their carefully planned route for the mere mysterious pleasure of it。  But when at last they turned into the Long Walk by the ivied walls the excited sense of an approaching thrill made them; for some curious reason they could not have explained; begin to speak in whispers。
  〃This is it;〃 breathed Mary。  〃This is where I used to walk up and down and wonder and wonder。〃 〃Is it?〃 cried Colin; and his eyes began to search the ivy with eager curiousness。  〃But I can see nothing;〃 he whispered。 〃There is no door。〃
  〃That's what I thought;〃 said Mary。
  Then there was a lovely breathless silence and the chair wheeled on。
  〃That is the garden where Ben Weatherstaff works;〃 said Mary。
  〃Is it?〃 said Colin。
  A few yards more and Mary whispered again。
  〃This is where the robin flew over the wall;〃 she said。
  〃Is it?〃 cried Colin。  〃Oh! I wish he'd come again!〃
  〃And that;〃 said Mary with solemn delight; pointing under a big lilac bush; 〃is where he perched on the little heap of earth and showed me the key。〃
  Then Colin sat up。
  〃Where? Where? There?〃 he cried; and his eyes were as big as the wolf's in Red Riding…Hood; when Red Riding…Hood felt called upon to remark on them。  Dickon stood still and the wheeled chair stopped。
  〃And this;〃 said Mary; stepping on to the bed close to the ivy; 〃is where I went to talk to him when he chirped at me from the top of the wall。  And this is the ivy the wind blew back;〃 and she took hold of the hanging green curtain。
  〃Oh! is itis it!〃 gasped Colin。
  〃And here is the handle; and here is the door。 Dickon push him inpush him in quickly!〃
  And Dickon did it with one strong; steady; splendid push。
  But Colin had actually dropped back against his cushions; even though he gasped with delight; and he had covered his eyes with his hands and held them there shutting out everything until they were inside and the chair stopped as if by magic and the door was closed。 Not till then did he take them away and look round and round and round as Dickon and Mary had done。 And over walls and earth and trees and swinging sprays and tendrils the fair green veil of tender little leaves had crept; and in the grass under the trees and the gray urns in the alcoves and here and there everywhere were touches or splashes of gold and purple and white and the trees were showing pink and snow above his head and there were fluttering of wings and faint sweet pipes and humming and scents and scents。  And the sun fell warm upon his face like a hand with a lovely touch。 And in wonder Mary and Dickon stood and stared at him。 He looked so strange and different because a pink glow of color had actually crept all over himivory face and neck and hands and all。
  〃I shall get well! I shall get well!〃 he cried out。 〃Mary! Dickon! I shall get well! And I shall live forever and ever and ever!〃
  CHAPTER XXI
  BEN WEATHERSTAFF
  One of the strange things about living in the world is that it is only now and then one is quite sure one is going to live forever and ever and ever。  One knows it sometimes when one gets up at the tender solemn dawn…time and goes out and stands alone and throws one's head far back and looks up and up and watches the pale sky slowly changing and flushing and marvelous unknown things happening until the East almost makes one cry out and one's heart stands still at the strange unchanging majesty of the rising of the sunwhich has been happening every morning for thousands and thousands and thousands of years。 One knows it then for a moment or so。  And one knows it sometimes when one stands by oneself in a wood at sunset and the mysterious deep gold stillness slanting through and under the branches seems to be saying slowly again and again something one cannot quite hear; however much one tries。 Then sometimes the immense quiet of the dark blue at night with millions of stars waiting and watching makes one sure; and sometimes a sound of far…off music makes it true; and sometimes a look in some one's eyes。
  And it was like that with Colin when he first saw and heard and felt the Springtime inside the four high walls of a hidden garden。  That afternoon the whole world seemed to devote itself to being perfect and radiantly beautiful and kind to one boy。  Perhaps out of pure heavenly goodness the spring came and crowned everything it possibly could into that one place。  More than once Dickon paused in what he was doing and stood still with a sort of growing wonder in his eyes; shaking his head softly。
  〃Eh! it is graidely;〃 he said。  〃I'm twelve goin' on thirteen an' there's a lot o' afternoons in thirteen years; but seems to me like I never seed one as graidely as this 'ere。〃
  〃Aye; it is a graidely one;〃 said Mary; and she sighed for mere joy。  〃I'll warrant it's the graidelest one as ever was in this world。〃
  〃Does tha' think;〃 said Colin with dreamy carefulness; 〃as happen it was made loike this 'ere all o' purpose for me?〃
  〃My word!〃 cried Mary admiringly; 〃that there is a bit o' good Yorkshire。  Tha'rt shapin' first…ratethat tha' art。〃
  And delight reigned。  They drew the chair under the plum…tree; which was snow…white with blossoms and musical with bees。 It was like a king's canopy; a fairy king's。 There were flowering cherry…trees near and apple…trees whose buds were pink and white; and here and there one had burst open wide。  Between the blossoming branches of the canopy bits of blue sky looked down like wonderful eyes。
  Mary and Dickon worked a litle here and there and Colin watched them。  They brought him things to look atbuds which were opening; buds which were tight closed; bits of twig whose leaves were just showing green; the feather of a woodpecker which had dropped on the grass; the empty shell of some bird early hatched。 Dickon pushed the chair slowly round and round the garden; stopping every other moment to let him look at wonders springing out of the earth or trailing down from trees。 It was like being taken in state round the country of a magic king and queen and shown all the mysterious riches it contained。
  〃I wonder if we shall see the robin?〃 said Colin。
  〃Tha'll see him often enow after a bit;〃 answered Dickon。 〃When th' eggs hatches out th' little chap he'll be kep' so busy it'll make his head swim。  Tha'll see him flyin' backward an' for'ard carryin' worms nigh as big as himsel' an' that much noise goin' on in th' nest when he gets there as fair flusters him so as he scarce knows which big mouth to drop th' first piece in。  An' gapin' beaks an' squawks on every side。  Mother says as when she sees th' work a robin has to keep them gapin' beaks filled; she feels like she was a lady with nothin' to do。 She says she's seen th' little chaps when it seemed like th' sweat must be droppin' off 'em; though folk can't see it。〃
  This made them giggle so delightedly that they were obliged to cover their mouths with their hands; remembering that they must not be heard。  Colin had been instructed as to the law of whispers and low voices several days before。 He liked the mysteriousness of it and did his best; but in the midst of excited enjoyment it is rather difficult never to laugh above a whisper。
  Every moment of the afternoon was full of new things and every hour the sunshine grew more golden。  The wheeled chair had been drawn back under the canopy and Dickon had sat down on the grass and had just drawn out his pipe when Colin saw something he had not had time to notice before。
  〃That's a very old tree over there; isn't it?〃 he said。 Dickon looked across the grass at the tree and Mary looked and there was a brief moment of stillness。
  〃Yes;〃 answered Dickon; after it; and his low voice had a very gentle sound。
  Mary gazed at the tree and thought。
  〃The branches are quite gray and there's not a single leaf anywhere;〃 Colin went on。  〃It's quite dead; isn't it?〃
  〃Aye;〃 admitted Dickon。  〃But them roses as has climbed all over it will near hide every bit o' th' dead wood when they're full o' leaves an' flowers。  It won't look dead then。  It'll be th' prettiest of all。〃
  Mary still gazed at the tree and thought。
  〃It looks as if a big branch had been broken off;〃 said Colin。  〃I wonder how it was done。〃
  〃It's been done many a year;〃 answered Dickon。  〃Eh!〃 with a sudden relieved start and laying his hand on Colin。 〃Look at that robin! There he is! He's been foragin' for his mate。〃
  Colin was almost too late but he just caught sight of him; the flash of red…breasted bird with something in his beak。 He darted through the greenness and into the close…grown corner and was out of sight。  Colin leaned back on his cushion again; laughing a little。  〃He's taking her tea to her。  Perhaps it's five o'clock。 I think I'd like some tea myself。〃
  And so they were s