Tha s a bit late, she said. Where has tha been?
I ve seen Dickon! said Mary. I ve seen Dickon!
I knew he d come, said Martha exultantly. How does tha like him?
I think I think he s beautiful! said Mary in a determined voice.
Martha looked rather taken aback but she looked pleased, too.
Well, she said, he s th best lad as ever was born, but us never
thought he was handsome. His nose turns up too much.
I like it to turn up, said Mary.
An his eyes is so round, said Martha, a trifle doubtful. Though
they re a nice color.
I like them round, said Mary. And they are exactly the color of the
sky over the moor.
Martha beamed with satisfaction.
Mother says he made em that color with always lookin up at th birds
an th clouds. But he has got a big mouth, hasn t he, now?
I love his big mouth, said Mary obstinately. I wish mine were just
like it.
Martha chuckled delightedly.
It d look rare an funny in thy bit of a face, she said. But I
knowed it would be that way when tha saw him. How did tha like th
seeds an th garden tools?
How did you know he brought them? asked Mary.
Eh! I never thought of him not bringin em. He d be sure to bring em
if they was in Yorkshire. He s such a trusty lad.
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