"An' mother she thinks maybe she's about Misselthwaite many a time lookin' after Mester Colin, same as all mothers do when they're took out o' th' world.

They have to come back, tha' sees.
Happen she's been in the garden an' happen it was her set us to work, an' told us to bring him here." Mary had thought he meant something about Magic.

She was a great believer in Magic.

Secretly she quite believed that Dickon worked Magic, of course good Magic, on everything near him and that was why people liked him so much and wild creatures knew he was their friend.
She wondered, indeed, if it were not possible that his gift had brought the robin just at the right moment when Colin asked that dangerous question.

She felt that his Magic was working all the afternoon and making Colin look like an entirely different boy.