“I’m going to see them,” cried Colin.  “I am going to see them!”

“Aye, that tha’ mun,” said Mary quite seriously.  “An tha’ munnot lose no time about it.”

CHAPTER XX

“I SHALL LIVE FOREVER—­AND EVER—­AND EVER!”

But they were obliged to wait more than a week because first there came some very windy days and then Colin was threatened with a cold, which two things happening one after the other would no doubt have thrown him into a rage but that there was so much careful and mysterious planning to do and almost every day Dickon came in, if only for a few minutes, to talk about what was happening on the moor and in the lanes and hedges and on the borders of streams.  The things he had to tell about otters’ and badgers’ and water-rats’ houses, not to mention birds’ nests and field-mice and their burrows, were enough to make you almost tremble with excitement when you heard all the intimate details from an animal charmer and realized with what thrilling eagerness and anxiety the whole busy underworld was working.

“They’re same as us,” said Dickon, “only they have to build their homes every year.  An’ it keeps ’em so busy they fair scuffle to get ’em done.”

The most absorbing thing, however, was the preparations to be made before Colin could be transported with sufficient secrecy to the garden.  No one must see the chair-carriage and Dickon and Mary after they turned a certain corner of the shrubbery and entered upon the walk outside the ivied walls.  As each day passed, Colin had become more and more fixed in his feeling that the mystery surrounding the garden was one of its greatest charms.  Nothing must spoil that.  No one must ever suspect that they had a secret.  People must think that he was simply going out with Mary and Dickon because he liked them and did not object to their looking at him.  They had long and quite delightful talks about their route.  They would go up this path and down that one and cross the other and go round among the fountain flower-beds as if they were looking at the “bedding-out plants” the head gardener, Mr. Roach, had been having arranged.  That would seem such a rational thing to do that no one would think it at all mysterious.  They would turn into the shrubbery walks and lose themselves until they came to the long walls.  It was almost as serious and elaborately thought out as the plans of march made by great generals in time of war.

Rumors of the new and curious things which were occurring in the invalid’s apartments had of course filtered through the servants’ hall into the stable yards and out among the gardeners, but notwithstanding this, Mr. Roach was startled one day when he received orders from Master Colin’s room to the effect that he must report himself in the apartment no outsider had ever seen, as the invalid himself desired to speak to him.

“Well, well,” he said to himself as he hurriedly changed his coat, “what’s to do now?  His Royal Highness that wasn’t to be looked at calling up a man he’s never set eyes on.”