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Mary ran fast and reached her room. Her dinner was waiting on the table, and Martha was waiting near it.

“You’re late,” she said. “Where have you been?”

“I’ve seen Dickon!” said Mary. “I’ve seen Dickon!”

“Yes,” said Martha exultantly. “How do you like him?”

“I think-I think he’s beautiful!” said Mary.

Martha looked pleased.

Mary ate her dinner as quickly as she could. When she rose from the table she was going to run to her room to put on her hat again, but Martha stopped her.

“I’ve got something to tell you,” she said. “Mr. Craven came back and I think he wants to see you.”

“Oh!” Mary said. “Why! Why! He didn’t want to see me when I came.”

“Well,” explained Martha, “I don’t know about it, but he wants to see you before he goes away again, tomorrow.”

“Oh!” cried Mary, “is he going away tomorrow? I am so glad!”

“He’s going for a long time. He won’t come back till autumn or winter. He’s going to travel abroad.”

“Oh! I’m so glad-so glad!” said Mary. “When do you think he will want to see…”

She did not finish the sentence, because the door opened, and Mrs. Medlock walked in. She looked nervous and excited.