"That's why I come."

He stooped to pick up something which had
been lying on the ground beside him when he
piped.

"I've got th' garden tools. There's a little
spade an' rake an' a fork an' hoe. Eh! they are
good 'uns. There's a trowel, too. An' th'
woman in th' shop threw in a packet o' white
poppy an' one o' blue larkspur when I bought th'
other seeds."

"Will you show the seeds to me?" Mary said.

She wished she could talk as he did. His
speech was so quick and easy. It sounded as if
he liked her and was not the least afraid she would
not like him, though he was only a common moor
boy, in patched clothes and with a funny face and
a rough, rusty-red head. As she came closer to
him she noticed that there was a clean fresh scent
of heather and grass and leaves about him, almost
as if he were made of them. She liked it very
much and when she looked into his funny face
with the red cheeks and round blue eyes she forgot
that she had felt shy.

"Let us sit down on this log and look at them,"
she said.

They sat down and he took a clumsy little brown
paper package out of his coat pocket. He untied
the string and inside there were ever so many

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