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"Do you think we might open it?" she asked, after telling her what Bobby wanted. "It's so mild to-day--like St. Martin's summer.... He wants it so much...."
"Of course we can," Anne answered cheerfully. "Dr. Fresh Air's the best doctor of 'em all."
She raised the sash and went back into the other room. Doctors and nurses left those two alone together as much as possible.
The mild air, sweet with fading leaves and bracken, stole softly into the room.
"How jolly...." breathed the boy. "It's like fairies touching me...."
He turned his face towards his mother.
"Come lie by me, mother ... like that night in Venice," he said.
Sophy lay down beside him and took his head upon her arm. Bobby sighed deep in the fulness of his content. "I feel so jolly safe this way," he murmured. They rested quietly in each other's arms, looking up at the soft gold of the September sky. As on that day, nearly eight years ago, when Cecil had been laid in the chapel crypt, the yellow leaves drifted down, gently turning in the delicate air. The fallowed earth gave forth a fresh, pleasant smell. From the pasture lands below came the lowing of the Wychcote herd. Now a flight of homing rooks streamed across the sky.
"Oh, how jolly ... how jolly it all is," breathed the boy. "I'm glad I didn't die.... What a jolly noise the rooks make, don't they, mother?"
"Yes, darling," she answered him.
But what she heard and saw, high, high above their clamorous winging, was the ecstatic shrilling of the Venice swifts, and their impa.s.sioned arabesques of flight like joy made visible--like a joy above, beyond--far, far removed....
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