He walked over to Colin's sofa and put the new-born lamb quietly on his lap, and immediately the little creature turned to the warm velvet dressing-gown and began to nuzzle and nuzzle into its folds and butt its tight-curled head with soft impatience against his side.

Of course no boy could have helped speaking then.
"What is it doing ?" cried Colin.

"What does it want ?" "It wants its mother," said Dickon, smiling more and more.

"I brought it to thee a bit hungry because I knowed tha'd like to see it feed." He knelt down by the sofa and took a feeding-bottle from his pocket.
"Come on, little 'un," he said, turning the small woolly white head with a gentle brown hand.

"This is what tha's after.