Dickon

The next day Mary met Dickon as usual in the secret garden, and told him about Colin.

'Now I'm going to walk round the garden, 'he said, and took Dickon's arm.

Now began a difficult time for Colin and Mary. Dickon told his mother about it one evening as he was digging the cottage garden.

She had begun to like the gardens, and the robin, and Martha and Dickon and their mother.

She had always wanted an animal of her own, and so she began to feel a little interest in Dickon.

'I'm sorry I said I'd send Dickon away, 'he said.

'Dickon is nicer than any other boy in the world! He's like an angel! '

As Dickon pushed the wheelchair all round the garden, he told Colin the names of all the plants.

If you please, sir, "announced Martha, opening the door, " Here's Dickon and his creatures.

Mary loved Dickon's Yorkshire dialect and was trying to learn it herself.

When she went back to the house for her lunch, she told Martha about Dickon's visit.

With Dickon, Martha's brother, and Mary he goes into the secret garden in a kind of a wheel chair, and learns to walk.

'Do you know Dickon? 'asked Mary. But just then the robin flew away.

'When you want to use them, you'll be able to, 'said Dickon.

but when he heard that Dickon would push the wheelchair, he agreed.

'I was working in the garden with Dickon. '

Then Colin's thin feet were on the grass and he was standing, holding Dickon's arm.

'You sound like Dickon, when he talks to animals on the moor. '

They went to the secret garden and entered it together. Dickon walked round, looking at everything.

She was planning to work in the garden with Dickon every day, to make it beautiful for the summer.

'He's as straight as any boy in Yorkshire! 'said Dickon.

Dickon: About what, Miss Mary?

I am not! "roared George. " I am not as selfish as your fine Dickon is!

I'm not as selfish as your fine Dickon!

Dickon: The animals tell me all their secrets.

I'm Dickon and you must be Miss Mary. I've brought you the spade and the seeds. '

My brother Dickon, he's always out on the moor.

'Oh, thank you, Martha! I've got some money that Mrs Medlock gave me. Will you write and ask Dickon to buy them for me? '

'If you send Dickon away, I'll never come into this room again! '

Then Mary told him about the moor, and Dickon, and Ben Weatherstaff, and the robin,

Colin was brought there by Dickon and Mary nearly every day,