" LET THEM LAUGH "
tha' do anythin' extra to make thysel' so strong? ' An' he says * Well, yes, lad, I did. A strong man in a show'that came to Thwaite once showed me how to exercise my arms an' legs an' every muscle in my body.' An' I says, ' Could a delicate chap make himself stronger with 'em, Bob?' an' he laughed an' says, ' Art tha' th' delicate chap ? ' an' I says, ' No, but I knows a young gentleman that's gettin' well of a long illness an' I wish I knowed some o' them tricks to tell him about.' I didn't say no names an' he didn't ask none. He's friendly same as I said an' he stood up an' showed me good-natured like, an' I imitated what he did till I knowed it by heart."
Colin had been listening excitedly.
" Can you show me? " he cried. " Will you? "
"Aye, to be sure," Dickon answered, getting up. " But he says tha' mun do 'em gentle at first an' be careful not to tire thysel'. Rest in between times an' take deep breaths an' don't overdo."
"I'll be careful," said Colin. "Show me! Show me! Dickon, you are the most Magic boy in the world! "
Dickon stood up on the grass and slowly went through a carefully practical but simple series of muscle exercises. Colin watched them with widening eyes. He could do a few while he was sitting down. Presently he did a few gently while