1 Dickon grinned sweet-temperedly.
2 "Aye," said Martha with a cheerful grin.
3 "That's th moor," with a good-natured grin.
4 Dickon's curly mouth spread in a cheerful grin.
5 "What does tha think," she said, with a cheerful grin.
6 Martha grinned a little as if at some homely recollection.
7 "I'll tell thee what tha'll do," said Dickon, with his happy grin.
8 But because he kept breaking into a slow grin now and then, Mary was not afraid to talk to him.
9 Dickon's grin spread until he seemed all wide, red, curving mouth, and he rubbed his rough head.
10 Then amid grins and chuckles and bobbing of curtsies he drove away, leaving ecstasy and nudging elbows and little jumps of joy behind.
11 He smiled at their friendly grins and took a golden sovereign from his pocket and gave it to "our 'Lizabeth Ellen" who was the oldest.'
12 "I'll tell thee what us'll do first," she proceeded, and Dickon grinned, because when the little wench tried to twist her tongue into speaking Yorkshire it amused him very much.
13 Mr. Craven looked over the collection of sturdy little bodies and round red-cheeked faces, each one grinning in its own particular way, and he awoke to the fact that they were a healthy likable lot.