She was so frightened she ran away." "She thought you had gone mad like a dog," said Mary, not at all admiringly.
"I don't care what she thought," said Colin, frowning.
"I wonder why you didn't scream and bite me when I came into your room ?" said Mary.

Then she began to smile slowly.
"I thought you were a ghost or a dream," he said.

"You can't bite a ghost or a dream, and if you scream they don't care." "Would you hate it if--if a boy looked at you ?" Mary asked uncertainly.
He lay back on his cushion and paused thoughtfully.
"There's one boy," he said quite slowly, as if he were thinking over every word, "there's one boy I believe I shouldn't mind.

It's that boy who knows where the foxes live--Dickon." "I'm sure you wouldn't mind him," said Mary.
"The birds don't and other animals," he said, still thinking it over, "perhaps that's why I shouldn't.

He's a sort of animal charmer and I am a boy animal." Then he laughed and she laughed too; in fact it ended in their both laughing a great deal and finding the idea of a boy animal hiding in his hole very funny indeed.
What Mary felt afterward was that she need not fear about Dickon.
* * * * * On that first morning when the sky was blue again Mary wakened very early.