Soot followed her and once or twice cawed at her and flew upon her shoulder as if it were Dickon's.

When they told her about the robin and the first flight of the young ones she laughed a motherly little mellow laugh in her throat.
"I suppose learnin' 'em to fly is like learnin' children to walk, but I'm feared I should be all in a worrit if mine had wings instead o' legs," she said.
It was because she seemed such a wonderful woman in her nice moorland cottage way that at last she was told about the Magic.
"Do you believe in Magic ?" asked Colin after he had explained about Indian fakirs.

"I do hope you do." "That I do, lad," she answered.

"I never knowed it by that name but what does th' name matter?
I warrant they call it a different name i' France an' a different one i' Germany.

Th' same thing as set th' seeds swellin' an' th' sun shinin' made thee a well lad an' it's th' Good Thing.