Even Martha had seen a change in her.
"Th' air from th' moor has done thee good already," she had said.
"Tha'rt not nigh so yeller and tha'rt not nigh so scrawny.

Even tha' hair doesn't slamp down on tha' head so flat.

It's got some life in it so as it sticks out a bit." "It's like me," said Mary.

"It's growing stronger and fatter.

I'm sure there's more of it." "It looks it, for sure," said Martha, ruffling it up a little round her face.