"Who did that there ?" It was one of Mary's own little clearings round the pale green points.
"I did it," said Mary.
"Why, I thought tha' didn't know nothin' about gardenin'," he exclaimed.
"I don't," she answered, "but they were so little, and the grass was so thick and strong, and they looked as if they had no room to breathe.
So I made a place for them.

I don't even know what they are." Dickon went and knelt down by them, smiling his wide smile.
"Tha' was right," he said.

"A gardener couldn't have told thee better.
They'll grow now like Jack's bean-stalk.

They're crocuses an' snowdrops, an' these here is narcissuses," turning to another patch, "an here's daffydowndillys.

Eh! they will be a sight." He ran from one clearing to another.
"Tha' has done a lot o' work for such a little wench," he said, looking her over.
"I'm growing fatter," said Mary, "and I'm growing stronger.