"I wonder how it was done." "It's been done many a year," answered Dickon.

"Eh!" with a sudden relieved start and laying his hand on Colin.

"Look at that robin! There he is! He's been foragin' for his mate." Colin was almost too late but he just caught sight of him, the flash of red-breasted bird with something in his beak.

He darted through the greenness and into the close-grown corner and was out of sight.

Colin leaned back on his cushion again, laughing a little.
"He's taking her tea to her.