Everything is hot, and wet, and green after the rains in India," said Mary.

"And I think things grow up in a night." "These won't grow up in a night," said Weatherstaff.

"Tha'll have to wait for 'em.

They'll poke up a bit higher here, an' push out a spike more there, an' uncurl a leaf this day an' another that.

You watch 'em." "I am going to," answered Mary.
Very soon she heard the soft rustling flight of wings again and she knew at once that the robin had come again.