"Tha'rt not half so ugly when it's that way an' there's a bit o' red in tha' cheeks." If gardens and fresh air had been good for her perhaps they would be good for Colin.

But then, if he hated people to look at him, perhaps he would not like to see Dickon.
"Why does it make you angry when you are looked at ?" she inquired one day.
"I always hated it," he answered, "even when I was very little.

Then when they took me to the seaside and I used to lie in my carriage everybody used to stare and ladies would stop and talk to my nurse and then they would begin to whisper and I knew then they were saying I shouldn't live to grow up.

Then sometimes the ladies would pat my cheeks and say 'Poor child!' Once when a lady did that I screamed out loud and bit her hand.

She was so frightened she ran away." "She thought you had gone mad like a dog," said Mary, not at all admiringly.
"I don't care what she thought," said Colin, frowning.
"I wonder why you didn't scream and bite me when I came into your room ?" said Mary.