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"I AM COLIN" 165
fresh air. I am going to make them open the door."
He had become quite excited and his strange eyes began to shine like stars and looked more immense than ever.
" They have to please me," he said. " I will make them take me there and I will let you go, too."
Mary's hands clutched each other. Everything would be spoiled — everything! Dickon would never come back. She would never again feel like a missel thrush with a safe-hidden nest.
" Oh, don't — don't — don't — don't do that!" she cried out.
He stared as if he thought she had gone crazy!
"Why?" he exclaimed. "You said you wanted to see it."
" I do," she answered almost with a sob in her throat, " but if you make them open the door and take you in like that it will never be a secret again."
He leaned still farther forward.
"A secret," he said. "What do you mean? Tell me."
Mary's words almost tumbled over one another.
" You see — you see," she panted, " if no one knows but ourselves — if there was a door, hidden somewhere under the ivy — if there was — and we could find it; and if we could slip through it |
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