I hated you when you said he was like an angel and I laughed at you but--but perhaps he is." "Well, it was rather funny to say it," she admitted frankly, "because his nose does turn up and he has a big mouth and his clothes have patches all over them and he talks broad Yorkshire, but--but if an angel did come to Yorkshire and live on the moor--if there was a Yorkshire angel--I believe he'd understand the green things and know how to make them grow and he would know how to talk to the wild creatures as Dickon does and they'd know he was friends for sure." "I shouldn't mind Dickon looking at me," said Colin; "I want to see him." "I'm glad you said that," answered Mary, "because--because--" Quite suddenly it came into her mind that this was the minute to tell him.

Colin knew something new was coming.
"Because what ?" he cried eagerly.
Mary was so anxious that she got up from her stool and came to him and caught hold of both his hands.
"Can I trust you?
I trusted Dickon because birds trusted him.

Can I trust you--for sure--_for sure_ ?" she implored.
Her face was so solemn that he almost whispered his answer.
"Yes--yes!" "Well, Dickon will come to see you to-morrow morning, and he'll bring his creatures with him." "Oh! Oh!" Colin cried out in delight.
"But that's not all," Mary went on, almost pale with solemn excitement.
"The rest is better.

There is a door into the garden.

I found it.