That would be getting fresh air.

I am going to make them open the door." He had become quite excited and his strange eyes began to shine like stars and looked more immense than ever.
"They have to please me," he said.

"I will make them take me there and I will let you go, too." Mary's hands clutched each other.

Everything would be spoiled--everything! Dickon would never come back.

She would never again feel like a missel thrush with a safe-hidden nest.
"Oh, don't--don't--don't--don't do that!" she cried out.
He stared as if he thought she had gone crazy! "Why ?" he exclaimed.