It was a very strange thing indeed. She quite caught her breath as she stopped to look at it. A boy was sitting under atree, with his back against it, playing on a rough wooden pipe. He was a funny looking boy about twelve.
He looked very clean and his nose turned up and his cheeks were as red as poppies and never had Mistress Mary seen such round and such blue eyes in any boy's face.
And on the trunk of the tree he leaned against, a brown squirrel was clinging and watchinghim, and from behind a bush near by a cock pheasant was delicately stretching his neck to peep out, and quite near him were two rabbits sitting up and sniffing with tremulous noses--and actually it appeared as if they were all drawing near to watch him and listen to the strange low little call his pipe seemed to make.
When he saw Mary he held up his hand and spoke to her in a voice almost as low as and rather like his piping.
"Don't tha' move," he said. "It'd flight 'em." Mary remained motionless. He stopped playing his pipe and began to rise from the ground. He moved so slowly that it scarcely seemed as though he were moving at all, but atlast he stood on his feet and then the squirrel scampered back up into thebranches of his tree, the pheasant with drew his head and the rabbits droppedon all fours and began to hop away, though not at all as if they were frightened.
"I'mDickon," the boy said. "I know tha'rt Miss Mary." Then Mary realized that somehow she had known at first that he was Dickon. Who else could have been charming rabbits and pheasants as the natives charm snakes in India? He had a wide, red, curving mouth and his smile spread all over his face.
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