Dickon was looking at him very hard.
I am going to be as strong as Dickon, as strong as Dickon!
"It'd be good for him, I'll warrant," Dickon said.
Our Dickon goes off on th' moor by himself an' plays for hours.
"If you please, sir," announced Martha, opening the door, "if you please, sir, here's Dickon an' his creatures."
Dickon is wandering about everywhere.
Let's hear what they do, Dickon lad.
"Us'll have him out here sometime for sure," said Dickon.
"It was Magic which sent the robin," said Mary secretly to Dickon afterward.
Dickon looked across the grass at the tree and Mary looked and there was a brief moment of stillness.
Our Dickon can only read printing.
In five minutes, Mary was with Dickon in their garden.
You'll want to get out on it at sunrise and live out on it all day like Dickon does.
Does he really understand everything Dickon says?
There really was a sort of Magic about Dickon, as Mary always privately believed.
She wondered and wondered in those few moments if there was any reality in that other thing Dickon had said.
Tell her we are grateful, Dickon—extremely grateful.
"I'm Dickon," the boy said.
"I told thee tha' could as soon as tha' stopped bein' afraid," answered Dickon.
"Dickon," she said, "you are as nice as Martha said you were."
She ran to them, looking all round the place, but there was no Dickon to be seen.
I never knew our Dickon was as clever as that.
Dickon curved his wide smiling mouth.
