But before he got into his chair he stood quite close to Susan and fixed his eyes on her with a kind of bewildered adoration and he suddenly caught hold of the fold of her blue cloak and held it fast.
"You are just what I--what I wanted," he said.

"I wish you were my mother--as well as Dickon's!" All at once Susan Sowerby bent down and drew him with her warm arms close against the bosom under the blue cloak--as if he had been Dickon's brother.

The quick mist swept over her eyes.
"Eh! dear lad!" she said.

"Thy own mother's in this 'ere very garden, I do believe.

She couldna' keep out of it.