"I could push his carriage well enough.

Has tha' noticed how th' robin an' his mate has been workin' while we've been sittin' here?
Look at him perched on that branch wonderin' where it'd be best to put that twig he's got in his beak." He made one of his low whistling calls and the robin turned his head and looked at him inquiringly, still holding his twig.

Dickon spoke to him as Ben Weatherstaff did, but Dickon's tone was one of friendly advice.
"Wheres'ever tha' puts it," he said, "it'll be all right.

Tha' knew how to build tha' nest before tha' came out o' th' egg.

Get on with thee, lad.