It is as if a green mist were creeping over it.

It's almost like a green gauze veil." "Aye," said Dickon.

"An' it'll be greener and greener till th' gray's all gone.

Can tha' guess what I was thinkin' ?" "I know it was something nice," said Mary eagerly.

"I believe it was something about Colin." "I was thinkin' that if he was out here he wouldn't be watchin' for lumps to grow on his back; he'd be watchin' for buds to break on th' rose-bushes, an' he'd likely be healthier," explained Dickon.