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“
Mary
,
”
he
said
,
“
I
wish
I
hadn
’
t
said
what
I
did
about
sending
Dickon
away
.
I
hated
you
when
you
said
he
was
like
an
angel
and
I
laughed
at
you
but
—
but
perhaps
he
is
.
”
“
Well
,
it
was
rather
funny
to
say
it
,
”
she
admitted
frankly
,
“
because
his
nose
does
turn
up
and
he
has
a
big
mouth
and
his
clothes
have
patches
all
over
them
and
he
talks
broad
Yorkshire
,
but
—
but
if
an
angel
did
come
to
Yorkshire
and
live
on
the
moor
—
if
there
was
a
Yorkshire
angel
—
I
believe
he
’
d
understand
the
green
things
and
know
how
to
make
them
grow
and
he
would
know
how
to
talk
to
the
wild
creatures
as
Dickon
does
and
they
’
d
know
he
was
friends
for
sure
.
”
“
I
shouldn
’
t
mind
Dickon
looking
at
me
,
”
said
Colin
;
“
I
want
to
see
him
.
”
“
I
’
m
glad
you
said
that
,
”
answered
Mary
,
“
because
—
because
—
”
Quite
suddenly
it
came
into
her
mind
that
this
was
the
minute
to
tell
him
.
Colin
knew
something
new
was
coming
.
“
Because
what
?
”
he
cried
eagerly
.
Mary
was
so
anxious
that
she
got
up
from
her
stool
and
came
to
him
and
caught
hold
of
both
his
hands
.
“
Can
I
trust
you
?
I
trusted
Dickon
because
birds
trusted
him
.
Can
I
trust
you
—
for
sure
—
for
sure
?
”
she
implored
.
Her
face
was
so
solemn
that
he
almost
whispered
his
answer
.
