Each time he came back and perched near Dickon and cawed several times as if he were relating his adventures, and Dickon talked to him just as he had talked to the robin.

Once when Dickon was so busy that he did not answer him at first, Soot flew on to his shoulders and gently tweaked his ear with his large beak.

When Mary wanted to rest a little Dickon sat down with her under a tree and once he took his pipe out of his pocket and played the soft strange little notes and two squirrels appeared on the wall and looked and listened.
"Tha's a good bit stronger than tha' was," Dickon said, looking at her as she was digging.

"Tha's beginning to look different, for sure." Mary was glowing with exercise and good spirits.
"I'm getting fatter and fatter every day," she said quite exultantly.
"Mrs.Medlock will have to get me some bigger dresses.

Martha says my hair is growing thicker.