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XVIII. “Tha’ Munnot Waste No Time”
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“I’mgivin’theeabito’Yorkshire,”answeredMarytriumphantly.“Icanna’talkasgraidelyasDickonan’Marthacanbuttha’seesIcanshapeabit.Doesn’ttha’understandabito’Yorkshirewhentha’hearsit?An’tha’aYorkshireladthysel’bredan’born!Eh!Iwondertha’rtnotashamedo’thyface.”
AndthenshebegantolaughtooandtheybothlaugheduntiltheycouldnotstopthemselvesandtheylaugheduntiltheroomechoedandMrs.Medlockopeningthedoortocomeindrewbackintothecorridorandstoodlisteningamazed.
“Well,uponmyword!”shesaid,speakingratherbroadYorkshireherselfbecausetherewasnoonetohearherandshewassoastonished.“Whoeverheardth’like!Whoeveronearthwouldha’thoughtit!”
Therewassomuchtotalkabout.ItseemedasifColincouldneverhearenoughofDickonandCaptainandSootandNutandShellandtheponywhosenamewasJump.MaryhadrunroundintothewoodwithDickontoseeJump.Hewasatinylittleshaggymoorponywiththicklockshangingoverhiseyesandwithaprettyfaceandanuzzlingvelvetnose.Hewasratherthinwithlivingonmoorgrassbuthewasastoughandwiryasifthemuscleinhislittlelegshadbeenmadeofsteelsprings.HehadliftedhisheadandwhinniedsoftlythemomenthesawDickonandhehadtrotteduptohimandputhisheadacrosshisshoulderandthenDickonhadtalkedintohisearandJumphadtalkedbackinoddlittlewhinniesandpuffsandsnorts.DickonhadmadehimgiveMaryhissmallfronthoofandkissheronhercheekwithhisvelvetmuzzle.
