When Mary woke up two days later, the wind and rain had all disappeared, and the sky was a beautiful blue.
'Spring'll be here soon,' said Martha happily. 'You'll Love the moor then, when it's full of flowers and birds.'
'Could I get to the moor?' asked Mary.
'You've never done much walking, have you? I don't think you could walk the five miles to our cottage!'
'But I'd like to meet your family,' Mary said.
Martha looked at the little girl for a moment. She remembered how disagreeable Mary had been when she first arrived. But now, Mary looked interested and friendly.
'I'll ask Mother,' said Martha. 'She can always think of a good plan. She's sensible and hardworking and kind - I know you'll like her.'
'I like Dickon, although I've never seen him.' '
I wonder what Dickon will think of you?'