"It'd flight 'em." Mary remained motionless.

He stopped playing his pipe and began to rise from the ground.

He moved so slowly that it scarcely seemed as though he were moving at all, but at last he stood on his feet and then the squirrel scampered back up into the branches of his tree, the pheasant withdrew his head and the rabbits dropped on all fours and began to hop away, though not at all as if they were frightened.
"I'm Dickon," the boy said.

"I know tha'rt Miss Mary." Then Mary realized that somehow she had known at first that he was Dickon.

Who else could have been charming rabbits and pheasants as the natives charm snakes in India?
He had a wide, red, curving mouth and his smile spread all over his face.
"I got up slow," he explained, "because if tha' makes a quick move it startles 'em.