Dickon and Mary were sitting on the grass, the tea-basket was re-packed ready to be taken back to the house, and Colin was lying against his cushions with his heavy locks pushed back from his forehead and his face looking quite a natural color.
"I don't want this afternoon to go," he said; "but I shall come back to-morrow, and the day after, and the day after, and the day after." "You'll get plenty of fresh air, won't you ?" said Mary.
"I'm going to get nothing else," he answered.

"I've seen the spring now and I'm going to see the summer.

I'm going to see everything grow here.
I'm going to grow here myself." "That tha' will," said Dickon.

"Us'll have thee walkin' about here an' diggin' same as other folk afore long." Colin flushed tremendously.
"Walk!" he said.

"Dig! Shall I ?" Dickon's glance at him was delicately cautious.