finding the idea of a boy animal hiding in his hole
very funny indeed.

What Mary felt afterward was that she need
not fear about Dickon.

/tab\/tab\* * * * */tab\/tab\

On that first morning when the sky was blue
again Mary wakened very early. The sun was
pouring in slanting rays through the blinds and
there was something so joyous in the sight of it
that she jumped out of bed and ran to the window.
She drew up the blinds and opened the window
itself and a great waft of fresh, scented air
blew in upon her. The moor was blue and the
whole world looked as if something Magic had
happened to it. There were tender little fluting
sounds here and there and everywhere, as if scores
of birds were beginning to tune up for a concert.
Mary put her hand out of the window and held it
in the sun.

"It's warm -- warm!" she said. "It will
make the green points push up and up and up, and
it will make the bulbs and roots work and struggle
with all their might under the earth."

She kneeled down and leaned out of the window
as far as she could, breathing big breaths and
sniffing the air until she laughed because she
remembered what Dickon's mother had said about
the end of his nose quivering like a rabbit's.

[[193]]

p192 _ -chap- _ toc-1 _ p193w _ toc-2 _ +chap+ _ p194

v?