She would never tell him and he could stay in his room and never get any fresh air and die if he liked! It would serve him right! She felt so sour and unrelenting that for a few minutes she almost forgot about Dickon and the green veil creeping over the world and the soft wind blowing down from the moor.
Martha was waiting for her and the trouble in her face had been temporarily replaced by interest and curiosity.

There was a wooden box on the table and its cover had been removed and revealed that it was full of neat packages.
"Mr.Craven sent it to you," said Martha.

"It looks as if it had picture-books in it." Mary remembered what he had asked her the day she had gone to his room.
"Do you want anything--dolls--toys--books ?" She opened the package wondering if he had sent a doll, and also wondering what she should do with it if he had.

But he had not sent one.

There were several beautiful books such as Colin had, and two of them were about gardens and were full of pictures.