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“
Tell
me
some
more
about
him
,
”
he
said
.
“
He
knows
all
about
eggs
and
nests
,
”
Mary
went
on
.
“
And
he
knows
where
foxes
and
badgers
and
otters
live
.
He
keeps
them
secret
so
that
other
boys
won
’
t
find
their
holes
and
frighten
them
.
He
knows
about
everything
that
grows
or
lives
on
the
moor
.
”
“
Does
he
like
the
moor
?
”
said
Colin
.
“
How
can
he
when
it
’
s
such
a
great
,
bare
,
dreary
place
?
”
“
It
’
s
the
most
beautiful
place
,
”
protested
Mary
.
“
Thousands
of
lovely
things
grow
on
it
and
there
are
thousands
of
little
creatures
all
busy
building
nests
and
making
holes
and
burrows
and
chippering
or
singing
or
squeaking
to
each
other
.
They
are
so
busy
and
having
such
fun
under
the
earth
or
in
the
trees
or
heather
.
It
’
s
their
world
.
”
“
How
do
you
know
all
that
?
”
said
Colin
,
turning
on
his
elbow
to
look
at
her
.
“
I
have
never
been
there
once
,
really
,
”
said
Mary
suddenly
remembering
.
“
I
only
drove
over
it
in
the
dark
.
I
thought
it
was
hideous
.
Martha
told
me
about
it
first
and
then
Dickon
.
When
Dickon
talks
about
it
you
feel
as
if
you
saw
things
and
heard
them
and
as
if
you
were
standing
in
the
heather
with
the
sun
shining
and
the
gorse
smelling
like
honey
—
and
all
full
of
bees
and
butterflies
.
”
“
You
never
see
anything
if
you
are
ill
,
”
said
Colin
restlessly
.
He
looked
like
a
person
listening
to
a
new
sound
in
the
distance
and
wondering
what
it
was
.
“
You
can
’
t
if
you
stay
in
a
room
,
”
said
Mary
.
“
I
couldn
’
t
go
on
the
moor
,
”
he
said
in
a
resentful
tone
.
