Dickon's a lad I'd trust with a new-born child." The strongest footman in the house carried Colin down stairs and put him in his wheeled chair near which Dickon waited outside.

After the manservant had arranged his rugs and cushions the Rajah waved his hand to him and to the nurse.
"You have my permission to go," he said, and they both disappeared quickly and it must be confessed giggled when they were safely inside the house.
Dickon began to push the wheeled chair slowly and steadily.

Mistress Mary walked beside it and Colin leaned back and lifted his face to the sky.

The arch of it looked very high and the small snowy clouds seemed like white birds floating on outspread wings below its crystal blueness.

The wind swept in soft big breaths down from the moor and was strange with a wild clear scented sweetness.