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”
Dickon
laughed
so
that
he
was
obliged
to
stifle
the
sound
by
putting
his
arm
over
his
mouth
.
“
I
know
tha
’
thinks
I
’
m
a
queer
lad
,
”
he
said
,
“
but
I
think
tha
’
art
th
’
queerest
little
lass
I
ever
saw
.
”
Then
Mary
did
a
strange
thing
.
She
leaned
forward
and
asked
him
a
question
she
had
never
dreamed
of
asking
anyone
before
.
And
she
tried
to
ask
it
in
Yorkshire
because
that
was
his
language
,
and
in
India
a
native
was
always
pleased
if
you
knew
his
speech
.
“
Does
tha
’
like
me
?
”
she
said
.
“
Eh
!
”
he
answered
heartily
,
“
that
I
does
.
I
likes
thee
wonderful
,
an
’
so
does
th
’
robin
,
I
do
believe
!
”
“
That
’
s
two
,
then
,
”
said
Mary
.
“
That
’
s
two
for
me
.
”
And
then
they
began
to
work
harder
than
ever
and
more
joyfully
.
Mary
was
startled
and
sorry
when
she
heard
the
big
clock
in
the
courtyard
strike
the
hour
of
her
midday
dinner
.
“
I
shall
have
to
go
,
”
she
said
mournfully
.
“
And
you
will
have
to
go
too
,
won
’
t
you
?
”
Dickon
grinned
.
