He walks over to Thwaite many a day just for th' fun of it.

Does tha' know how to print letters ?" suddenly.
"I know how to write," Mary answered.
Martha shook her head.
"Our Dickon can only read printin'.

If tha' could print we could write a letter to him an' ask him to go an' buy th' garden tools an' th' seeds at th' same time." "Oh! you're a good girl!" Mary cried.

"You are, really! I didn't know you were so nice.

I know I can print letters if I try.