Look round now and tell me if tha' doesn't see a difference." Mary looked and caught her breath a little.
"Why!" she cried, "the gray wall is changing.

It is as if a green mist were creeping over it.

It's almost like a green gauze veil." "Aye," said Dickon.

"An' it'll be greener and greener till th' gray's all gone.

Can tha' guess what I was thinkin' ?" "I know it was something nice," said Mary eagerly.