Таинственный сад
XXVI. “It’s Mother!”
“Ineverknoweditbythatnamebutwhatdoesth’namematter?Iwarranttheycallitadifferentnamei’Francean’adifferentonei’Germany.Th’samethingassetth’seedsswellin’an’th’sunshinin’madetheeawellladan’it’sth’GoodThing.Itisn’tlikeuspoorfoolsasthinkitmattersifusiscalledoutofournames.Th’BigGoodThingdoesn’tstoptoworrit,blessthee.Itgoesonmakin’worldsbyth’million—worldslikeus.Nevertheestopbelievin’inth’BigGoodThingan’knowin’th’world’sfullofit—an’callitwhattha’likes.Tha’wertsingin’toitwhenIcomeintoth’garden.”
“Ifeltsojoyful,”saidColin,openinghisbeautifulstrangeeyesather.“SuddenlyIfelthowdifferentIwas—howstrongmyarmsandlegswere,youknow—andhowIcoulddigandstand—andIjumpedupandwantedtoshoutoutsomethingtoanythingthatwouldlisten.”
“Th’Magiclistenedwhentha’sungth’Doxology.Itwouldha’listenedtoanythingtha’dsung.Itwasth’joythatmattered.Eh!lad,lad—what’snamestoth’JoyMaker,”andshegavehisshouldersaquicksoftpatagain.
Shehadpackedabasketwhichheldaregularfeastthismorning,andwhenthehungryhourcameandDickonbroughtitoutfromitshidingplace,shesatdownwiththemundertheirtreeandwatchedthemdevourtheirfood,laughingandquitegloatingovertheirappetites.Shewasfulloffunandmadethemlaughatallsortsofoddthings.ShetoldthemstoriesinbroadYorkshireandtaughtthemnewwords.