Tha' said it almost like Dickon talks to his wild things on th' moor." "Do you know Dickon ?" Mary asked, turning round rather in a hurry.
"Everybody knows him.

Dickon's wanderin' about everywhere.

Th' very blackberries an' heather-bells knows him.

I warrant th' foxes shows him where their cubs lies an' th' skylarks doesn't hide their nests from him." Mary would have liked to ask some more questions.

She was almost as curious about Dickon as she was about the deserted garden.