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His
poppy
-
colored
cheeks
were
distended
with
his
first
big
bite
of
bread
and
bacon
,
but
he
managed
to
smile
encouragingly
.
“
If
tha
’
was
a
missel
thrush
an
’
showed
me
where
thy
nest
was
,
does
tha
’
think
I
’
d
tell
anyone
?
Not
me
,
”
he
said
.
“
Tha
’
art
as
safe
as
a
missel
thrush
.
”
And
she
was
quite
sure
she
was
.
Mary
ran
so
fast
that
she
was
rather
out
of
breath
when
she
reached
her
room
.
Her
hair
was
ruffled
on
her
forehead
and
her
cheeks
were
bright
pink
.
Her
dinner
was
waiting
on
the
table
,
and
Martha
was
waiting
near
it
.
“
Tha
’
s
a
bit
late
,
”
she
said
.
“
Where
has
tha
’
been
?
”
“
I
’
ve
seen
Dickon
!
”
said
Mary
.
“
I
’
ve
seen
Dickon
!
”
“
I
knew
he
’
d
come
,
”
said
Martha
exultantly
.
“
How
does
tha
’
like
him
?
”
“
I
think
—
I
think
he
’
s
beautiful
!
”
said
Mary
in
a
determined
voice
.
Martha
looked
rather
taken
aback
but
she
looked
pleased
,
too
.
“
Well
,
”
she
said
,
“
he
’
s
th
’
best
lad
as
ever
was
born
,
but
us
never
thought
he
was
handsome
.
His
nose
turns
up
too
much
.
”
