It won't look dead then.

It'll be th' prettiest of all." Mary still gazed at the tree and thought.
"It looks as if a big branch had been broken off," said Colin.

"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.