Your aunt will miss those curly locks." He went into the shop as John walked away, leaving Josiah who would have liked to add a word more of caution and who nevertheless felt somehow a sense of relief in having made a confession the motive force of which he would have found it impossible to explain.
John asked himself no such question as he wandered deep in boy-thought along the broken line of the village houses.

Josiah's confidence troubled and yet flattered him.

His imagination was captured by the suggested idea of the wild freedom of the hawk.

He resolved to be careful, and felt more and more that he had been trusted with a secret involving danger.
While John wandered away, the barber cut the Squire's hair, and to his surprise Josiah did not as usual pour out his supply of village gossip..