She stood below him and called up to him with a sort of gasp.

"Ben Weatherstaff, it was the robin who showed me the way!" Then it did seem as if Ben really would scramble down on her side of the wall, he was so outraged.
"Tha' young bad 'un!" he called down at her.

"Layin' tha' badness on a robin--not but what he's impidint enow for anythin'.

Him showin' thee th' way! Him! Eh! tha' young nowt"-- she could see his next words burst out because he was overpowered by curiosity--"however i' this world did tha' get in ?" "It was the robin who showed me the way," she protested obstinately.
"He didn't know he was doing it but he did.

And I can't tell you from here while you're shaking your fist at me." He stopped shaking his fist very suddenly at that very moment and his jaw actually dropped as he stared over her head at something he saw coming over the grass toward him.
At the first sound of his torrent of words Colin had been so surprised that he had only sat up and listened as if he were spellbound.