How could I have stayed abed! Th' world's all fair begun again this mornin', it has.

An' it's workin' an' hummin' an' scratchin' an' pipin' an' nest-buildin' an' breathin' out scents, till you've got to be out on it 'stead o' lyin' on your back.

When th' sun did jump up, th' moor went mad for joy, an' I was in the midst of th' heather, an' I run like mad myself, shoutin' an' singin'.

An' I come straight here.

I couldn't have stayed away.
Why, th' garden was lyin' here waitin'!" Mary put her hands on her chest, panting, as if she had been running herself.
"Oh, Dickon! Dickon!" she said.