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I38 THE SECRET GARDEN
guage, 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.
" My dinner's easy to carry about with me," he said. " Mother always lets me put a bit o' some-thin' in my pocket."
He picked up his coat from the grass and brought out of a pocket a lumpy little bundle tied up in a quiet clean, coarse, blue and white handkerchief. It held two thick pieces of bread with a slice of something laid between them.
" It's oftenest naught but bread," he said, " but I've got a fine slice o' fat bacon with it to-day."
Mary thought it looked a queer dinner, but he seemed ready to enjoy it.
" Run on an' get thy victuals," he said. " III |
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