He's a great friend o' Dickon's," said Martha.
"How shall I get the things when Dickon buys them ?" "He'll bring 'em to you himself.

He'll like to walk over this way." "Oh!" exclaimed Mary, "then I shall see him! I never thought I should see Dickon." "Does tha' want to see him ?" asked Martha suddenly, for Mary had looked so pleased.
"Yes, I do.

I never saw a boy foxes and crows loved.

I want to see him very much." Martha gave a little start, as if she remembered something.

"Now to think," she broke out, "to think o' me forgettin' that there; an' I thought I was goin' to tell you first thing this mornin'.