CHAPTER XII 96
" 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.