1 Let her run wild in the garden.
2 Us is near bein wild things ourselves.
3 A wind was rising and making a singular, wild, low, rushing sound.
4 They've run wild," he said, "but th strongest ones has fair thrived on it.
5 He was pushed in on a thing with wheels and the skins of wild animals were thrown over him.
6 The wind swept in soft big breaths down from the moor and was strange with a wild clear scented sweetness.
7 Secretly she quite believed that Dickon worked Magic, of course good Magic, on everything near him and that was why people liked him so much and wild creatures knew he was their friend.
8 Instead of lying and staring at the wall and wishing he had not awakened, his mind was full of the plans he and Mary had made yesterday, of pictures of the garden and of Dickon and his wild creatures.
9 Dickon made the stimulating discovery that in the wood in the park outside the garden where Mary had first found him piping to the wild creatures there was a deep little hollow where you could build a sort of tiny oven with stones and roast potatoes and eggs in it.
10 Dickon had brought a spade of his own and he had taught Mary to use all her tools, so that by this time it was plain that though the lovely wild place was not likely to become a "gardener's garden" it would be a wilderness of growing things before the springtime was over.