Martha says my hair is growing thicker.

It isn't so flat and stringy." The sun was beginning to set and sending deep gold-colored rays slanting under the trees when they parted.
"It'll be fine to-morrow," said Dickon.

"I'll be at work by sunrise." "So will I," said Mary.
* * * * * She ran back to the house as quickly as her feet would carry her.

She wanted to tell Colin about Dickon's fox cub and the rook and about what the springtime had been doing.

She felt sure he would like to hear.