"And I think things grow up in a night." "These won't grow up in a night," said Weatherstaff.

"Tha'll have to wait for 'em.

They'll poke up a bit higher here, an' push out a spike more there, an' uncurl a leaf this day an' another that.

You watch 'em." "I am going to," answered Mary.
Very soon she heard the soft rustling flight of wings again and she knew at once that the robin had come again.

He was very pert and lively, and hopped about so close to her feet, and put his head on one side and looked at her so slyly that she asked Ben Weatherstaff a question.
"Do you think he remembers me ?" she said.
"Remembers thee!" said Weatherstaff indignantly.