242 THE SECRET GARDEN
me better last night. A very strong boy I know will push my carriage."
Dr. Craven felt rather alarmed. If this tiresome hysterical boy should chance to get well he himself would lose all chance of inheriting Missel-thwaite; but he was not an unscrupulous man, though he was a weak one, and he did not intend to let him run into actual danger.
" He must be a strong boy and a steady boy,"' he said. " And I must know something about him. Who is he? What is his name? "
" It's Dickon," Mary spoke up suddenly. She felt somehow that everybody who knew the moor must know Dickon. And she was right, too. She saw that in a moment Dr. Craven's serious face relaxed into a relieved smile.
" Oh, Dickon," he said. " If it is Dickon you will be safe enough. He's as strong as a moor pony, is Dickon."
" And- he's trusty," said Mary. " He's th' trustiest lad i' Yorkshire." She had been talking Yorkshire to Colin and she forgot herself.
" Did Dickon teach you that? " asked Dr. Craven, laughing outright.
" I'm learning it as if it was French," said Mary rather coldly. " It's like a native dialect in India. Very clever people try to learn them. I like it and so does Colin."