He moved quite close to the bush with the slow movement Mary had noticed before, and then he made a sound almost like the robin's own twitter.
He told her what they looked like when they were flowers; he told her how to plant them, and watch them, and feed and water them.
I was only just like the robin, and they wouldn't take it from the robin." "Where is it?" asked Dickon in a dropped voice.
"No; you kept your word, and stood by me like a good boy.
Shaw don't like it, nor grandma either, I dare say.
The girls all do, and say I ought to have Fweddy Lovell; but I don't like him as well as Hawry Fiske."
She sighed for a locket, and, for the first time in her life, thought seriously of turning up her pretty curls and putting on a "wad." She kept these discontents to herself, however, after she had written to ask her mother if she might have her best dress altered like Fanny's, and received this reply: "No, dear; the dress is proper and becoming as it is, and the old fashion of simplicity the best for all of us.
"You may call me Mary, if you like; but I won't have any ie put on to my name.
I like to pay my debts, so I know you will allow `the old gentleman' to send you something which once belonged to the little grand daughter he lost.
When she went home, he walked with her to her own gate, shook hands cordially, and touched his hat as he marched back again, looking very stately and erect, like a handsome, soldierly old gentleman, as he was.
He looks a lot like his father did at the same age.
"He is just away now; and he likes to know it just the same.