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[a_poor_guardian]

All the long railroad journey home from Italy, Archibald has been thinking about Mary and Colin. Months ago, he left Mary alone with a few servants and some books, and with permission to make a little garden somewhere. She was a small, sallow, delicate child, and surely she needed someone to watch over her. Fancy a child like that finding her

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[outta_a_chair]

Shrieking with laughter, really, if you want to be accurate.

Footsteps run past, sometimes on stone paths and sometimes--carefully, or else a high female voice will shriek at them to be so--on dirt that's not yet holding a living thing.

[mmquitecontrary]

Speaking of the aforementioned female voice:

"Colin Craven! Not so fast!"

It's a little painful to hear - if only because of the pitch.

[a_poor_guardian]

Archibald's breath catches in his throat.

He is sure, now, that he is dreaming.

[uncommongardenr]

If so, then he's also dreaming a cheerful Yorkshire voice, full of laughter as it calls out.

"Aye, I c'n barely keep up wi' thee!"