Dickon curved his wide smiling mouth.
"Us'll have him out here sometime for sure," said Dickon.
"Dickon," she said, "you are as nice as Martha said you were."
You'll want to get out on it at sunrise and live out on it all day like Dickon does.
She wondered and wondered in those few moments if there was any reality in that other thing Dickon had said.
Dickon was looking at him very hard.
I never knew our Dickon was as clever as that.
There really was a sort of Magic about Dickon, as Mary always privately believed.
"If you please, sir," announced Martha, opening the door, "if you please, sir, here's Dickon an' his creatures."
"I'm Dickon," the boy said.
I am going to be as strong as Dickon, as strong as Dickon!
Our Dickon goes off on th' moor by himself an' plays for hours.
Dickon looked across the grass at the tree and Mary looked and there was a brief moment of stillness.
Let's hear what they do, Dickon lad.
"It was Magic which sent the robin," said Mary secretly to Dickon afterward.
Does he really understand everything Dickon says?
In five minutes, Mary was with Dickon in their garden.
Our Dickon can only read printing.
She ran to them, looking all round the place, but there was no Dickon to be seen.
"I told thee tha' could as soon as tha' stopped bein' afraid," answered Dickon.
Dickon is wandering about everywhere.
"It'd be good for him, I'll warrant," Dickon said.
Tell her we are grateful, Dickon—extremely grateful.
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