Ben Weatherstaff went his way forgetting rheumatics.

Dickon took his spade and dug the hole deeper and wider than a new digger with thin white hands could make it.

Mary slipped out to run and bring back a watering-can.

When Dickon had deepened the hole Colin went on turning the soft earth over and over.
He looked up at the sky, flushed and glowing with the strangely new exercise, slight as it was.
"I want to do it before the sun goes quite--quite down," he said.
Mary thought that perhaps the sun held back a few minutes just on purpose.

Ben Weatherstaff brought the rose in its pot from the greenhouse.