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“
I
’
ll
ask
my
mother
about
it
,
”
she
said
.
“
She
’
s
one
o
’
them
that
nearly
always
sees
a
way
to
do
things
.
It
’
s
my
day
out
today
an
’
I
’
m
goin
’
home
.
Eh
!
I
am
glad
.
Mrs
.
Medlock
thinks
a
lot
o
’
mother
.
Perhaps
she
could
talk
to
her
.
”
“
I
like
your
mother
,
”
said
Mary
.
“
I
should
think
tha
’
did
,
”
agreed
Martha
,
polishing
away
.
“
I
’
ve
never
seen
her
,
”
said
Mary
.
“
No
,
tha
’
hasn
’
t
,
”
replied
Martha
.
She
sat
up
on
her
heels
again
and
rubbed
the
end
of
her
nose
with
the
back
of
her
hand
as
if
puzzled
for
a
moment
,
but
she
ended
quite
positively
.
“
Well
,
she
’
s
that
sensible
an
’
hard
workin
’
an
’
good
-
natured
an
’
clean
that
no
one
could
help
likin
’
her
whether
they
’
d
seen
her
or
not
.
When
I
’
m
goin
’
home
to
her
on
my
day
out
I
just
jump
for
joy
when
I
’
m
crossin
’
the
moor
.
”
“
I
like
Dickon
,
”
added
Mary
.
“
And
I
’
ve
never
seen
him
.
”
“
Well
,
”
said
Martha
stoutly
,
“
I
’
ve
told
thee
that
th
’
very
birds
likes
him
an
’
th
’
rabbits
an
’
wild
sheep
an
’
ponies
,
an
’
th
’
foxes
themselves
.
I
wonder
,
”
staring
at
her
reflectively
,
“
what
Dickon
would
think
of
thee
?
”
“
He
wouldn
’
t
like
me
,
”
said
Mary
in
her
stiff
,
cold
little
way
.
“
No
one
does
.
”
