"I dreamed about it all night.

I heard you say something about gray changing into green, and I dreamed I was standing in a place all filled with trembling little green leaves--and there were birds on nests everywhere and they looked so soft and still.
I'll lie and think about it until you come back." In five minutes Mary was with Dickon in their garden.

The fox and the crow were with him again and this time he had brought two tame squirrels.
"I came over on the pony this mornin'," he said.

"Eh! he is a good little chap--Jump is! I brought these two in my pockets.

This here one he's called Nut an' this here other one's called Shell." When he said "Nut" one squirrel leaped on to his right shoulder and when he said "Shell" the other one leaped on to his left shoulder.
When they sat down on the grass with Captain curled at their feet, Soot solemnly listening on a tree and Nut and Shell nosing about close to them, it seemed to Mary that it would be scarcely bearable to leave such delightfulness, but when she began to tell her story somehow the look in Dickon's funny face gradually changed her mind.