Mary looked hard too, but she said nothing.

“Just this minute,” said Colin, “all at once I remembered it myself⁠—when I looked at my hand digging with the trowel⁠—and I had to stand up on my feet to see if it was real. And it is real! I’m well ⁠—I’m well !”

“Aye, that tha’ art!” said Dickon.

“I’m well! I’m well!” said Colin again, and his face went quite red all over.

He had known it before in a way, he had hoped it and felt it and thought about it, but just at that minute something had rushed all through him⁠—a sort of rapturous belief and realization and it had been so strong that he could not help calling out.