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“
Would
you
hate
it
if
—
if
a
boy
looked
at
you
?
”
Mary
asked
uncertainly
.
He
lay
back
on
his
cushion
and
paused
thoughtfully
.
“
There
’
s
one
boy
,
”
he
said
quite
slowly
,
as
if
he
were
thinking
over
every
word
,
“
there
’
s
one
boy
I
believe
I
shouldn
’
t
mind
.
It
’
s
that
boy
who
knows
where
the
foxes
live
—
Dickon
.
”
“
I
’
m
sure
you
wouldn
’
t
mind
him
,
”
said
Mary
.
“
The
birds
don
’
t
and
other
animals
,
”
he
said
,
still
thinking
it
over
,
“
perhaps
that
’
s
why
I
shouldn
’
t
.
He
’
s
a
sort
of
animal
charmer
and
I
am
a
boy
animal
.
”
Then
he
laughed
and
she
laughed
too
;
in
fact
it
ended
in
their
both
laughing
a
great
deal
and
finding
the
idea
of
a
boy
animal
hiding
in
his
hole
very
funny
indeed
.
What
Mary
felt
afterward
was
that
she
need
not
fear
about
Dickon
.
On
that
first
morning
when
the
sky
was
blue
again
Mary
wakened
very
early
.
The
sun
was
pouring
in
slanting
rays
through
the
blinds
and
there
was
something
so
joyous
in
the
sight
of
it
that
she
jumped
out
of
bed
and
ran
to
the
window
.
She
drew
up
the
blinds
and
opened
the
window
itself
and
a
great
waft
of
fresh
,
scented
air
blew
in
upon
her
.
The
moor
was
blue
and
the
whole
world
looked
as
if
something
Magic
had
happened
to
it
.
There
were
tender
little
fluting
sounds
here
and
there
and
everywhere
,
as
if
scores
of
birds
were
beginning
to
tune
up
for
a
concert
.
Mary
put
her
hand
out
of
the
window
and
held
it
in
the
sun
.
“
It
’
s
warm
—
warm
!
”
she
said
.
“
It
will
make
the
green
points
push
up
and
up
and
up
,
and
it
will
make
the
bulbs
and
roots
work
and
struggle
with
all
their
might
under
the
earth
.
”
