CHAPTER IV
    MARTHA
   

4.    When she opened her eyes in the morning it was because
5.    a young housemaid had come into her room to light
6.    the fire and was kneeling on the hearth-rug raking
7.    out the cinders noisily. Mary lay and watched her for
8.    a few moments and then began to look about the room.
9.    She had never seen a room at all like it and thought it
10.    curious and gloomy. The walls were covered with tapestry
11.    with a forest scene embroidered on it. There were
12.    fantastically dressed people under the trees and in the
13.    distance there was a glimpse of the turrets of a castle.
14.    There were hunters and horses and dogs and ladies.
15.    Mary felt as if she were in the forest with them.
16.    Out of a deep window she could see a great climbing
17.    stretch of land which seemed to have no trees on it,
18.    and to look rather like an endless, dull, purplish sea.
19.    "What is that?" she said, pointing out of the window.
20.    Martha, the young housemaid, who had just risen to her feet,
21.    looked and pointed also. "That there?" she said.
22.    "Yes."
23.    "That's th' moor," with a good-natured grin. "Does tha'
24.    like it?"
25.    "No," answered Mary. "I hate it."
26.    "That's because tha'rt not used to it," Martha said,
27.    going back to her hearth. "Tha' thinks it's too big an'
28.    bare now. But tha' will like it."
29.    "Do you?" inquired Mary.
30.    "Aye, that I do," answered Martha, cheerfully polishing
31.    away at the grate. "I just love it. It's none bare.
32.    It's covered wi' growin' things as smells sweet.
33.    It's fair lovely in spring an' summer when th' gorse an'
34.    broom an' heather's in flower. It smells o' honey an'
35.    there's such a lot o' fresh air--an' th' sky looks
36.    so high an' th' bees an' skylarks makes such a nice
37.    noise hummin' an' singin'. Eh! I wouldn't live away from th'
38.    moor for anythin'."
39.    Mary listened to her with a grave, puzzled expression.
40.    The native servants she had been used to in India
41.    were not in the least like this. They were obsequious
42.    and servile and did not presume to talk to their masters
43.    as if they were their equals. They made salaams and called
44.    them "protector of the poor" and names of that sort.
45.    Indian servants were commanded to do things, not asked.
46.    It was not the custom to say "please" and "thank you"
47.    and Mary had always slapped her Ayah in the face when she
48.    was angry. She wondered a little what this girl would
49.    do if one slapped her in the face. She was a round,
50.    rosy, good-natured-looking creature, but she had a sturdy
51.    way which made Mistress Mary wonder if she might not
52.    even slap back--if the person who slapped her was only a
53.    little girl.
54.    "You are a strange servant," she said from her pillows,
55.    rather haughtily.
56.    Martha sat up on her heels, with her blackingbrush in her hand,
57.    and laughed, without seeming the least out of temper.
58.    "Eh! I know that," she said. "If there was a grand Missus
59.    at Misselthwaite I should never have been even one of th'
60.    under house-maids. I might have been let to be scullerymaid
61.    but I'd never have been let upstairs. I'm too common an'
62.    I talk too much Yorkshire. But this is a funny house for
63.    all it's so grand. Seems like there's neither Master nor
64.    Mistress except Mr. Pitcher an' Mrs. Medlock. Mr. Craven,
65.    he won't be troubled about anythin' when he's here, an'
66.    he's nearly always away. Mrs. Medlock gave me th'
67.    place out o' kindness. She told me she could never have
68.    done it if Misselthwaite had been like other big houses."
69.    "Are you going to be my servant?" Mary asked, still in her
70.    imperious little Indian way.
71.    Martha began to rub her grate again.
72.    "I'm Mrs. Medlock's servant," she said stoutly.
73.    "An' she's Mr. Craven's--but I'm to do the housemaid's
74.    work up here an' wait on you a bit. But you won't need
75.    much waitin' on."
76.    "Who is going to dress me?" demanded Mary.
77.    Martha sat up on her heels again and stared. She spoke
78.    in broad Yorkshire in her amazement.
79.    "Canna' tha' dress thysen!" she said.
80.    "What do you mean? I don't understand your language,"
81.    said Mary.
82.    "Eh! I forgot," Martha said. "Mrs. Medlock told me I'd
83.    have to be careful or you wouldn't know what I was sayin'.
84.    I mean can't you put on your own clothes?"
85.    "No," answered Mary, quite indignantly. "I never did
86.    in my life. My Ayah dressed me, of course."
87.    "Well," said Martha, evidently not in the least aware
88.    that she was impudent, "it's time tha' should learn.
89.    Tha' cannot begin younger. It'll do thee good to wait
90.    on thysen a bit. My mother always said she couldn't
91.    see why grand people's children didn't turn out fair
92.    fools--what with nurses an' bein' washed an' dressed an'
93.    took out to walk as if they was puppies!"
94.    "It is different in India," said Mistress Mary disdainfully.
95.    She could scarcely stand this.
96.    But Martha was not at all crushed.
97.    "Eh! I can see it's different," she answered almost
98.    sympathetically. "I dare say it's because there's such
99.    a lot o' blacks there instead o' respectable white people.
100.    When I heard you was comin' from India I thought you was a black too."
101.    Mary sat up in bed furious.
102.    "What!" she said. "What! You thought I was a native.
103.    You--you daughter of a pig!"
104.    Martha stared and looked hot.
105.    "Who are you callin' names?" she said. "You needn't be
106.    so vexed. That's not th' way for a young lady to talk.
107.    I've nothin' against th' blacks. When you read about 'em
108.    in tracts they're always very religious. You always read
109.    as a black's a man an' a brother. I've never seen a black an'
110.    I was fair pleased to think I was goin' to see one close.
111.    When I come in to light your fire this mornin' I crep'
112.    up to your bed an' pulled th' cover back careful to look
113.    at you. An' there you was," disappointedly, "no more black
114.    than me--for all you're so yeller."
115.    Mary did not even try to control her rage and humiliation.
116.    "You thought I was a native! You dared! You don't know
117.    anything about natives! They are not people--they're servants
118.    who must salaam to you. You know nothing about India.
119.    You know nothing about anything!"
120.    She was in such a rage and felt so helpless before the girl's
121.    simple stare, and somehow she suddenly felt so horribly
122.    lonely and far away from everything she understood
123.    and which understood her, that she threw herself face
124.    downward on the pillows and burst into passionate sobbing.
125.    She sobbed so unrestrainedly that good-natured Yorkshire
126.    Martha was a little frightened and quite sorry for her.
127.    She went to the bed and bent over her.
128.    "Eh! you mustn't cry like that there!" she begged.
129.    "You mustn't for sure. I didn't know you'd be vexed.
130.    I don't know anythin' about anythin'--just like you said.
131.    I beg your pardon, Miss. Do stop cryin'."
132.    There was something comforting and really friendly in her
133.    queer Yorkshire speech and sturdy way which had a good effect
134.    on Mary. She gradually ceased crying and became quiet.
135.    Martha looked relieved.
136.    "It's time for thee to get up now," she said.
137.    "Mrs. Medlock said I was to carry tha' breakfast an'
138.    tea an' dinner into th' room next to this. It's been
139.    made into a nursery for thee. I'll help thee on with thy
140.    clothes if tha'll get out o' bed. If th' buttons are at th'
141.    back tha' cannot button them up tha'self."
142.    When Mary at last decided to get up, the clothes Martha
143.    took from the wardrobe were not the ones she had worn
144.    when she arrived the night before with Mrs. Medlock.
145.    "Those are not mine," she said. "Mine are black."
146.    She looked the thick white wool coat and dress over,
147.    and added with cool approval:
148.    "Those are nicer than mine."
149.    "These are th' ones tha' must put on," Martha answered.
150.    "Mr. Craven ordered Mrs. Medlock to get 'em in London.
151.    He said `I won't have a child dressed in black wanderin'
152.    about like a lost soul,' he said. `It'd make the place
153.    sadder than it is. Put color on her.' Mother she said she
154.    knew what he meant. Mother always knows what a body means.
155.    She doesn't hold with black hersel'."
156.    "I hate black things," said Mary.
157.    The dressing process was one which taught them both something.
158.    Martha had "buttoned up" her little sisters and brothers but she
159.    had never seen a child who stood still and waited for another
160.    person to do things for her as if she had neither hands nor feet of her own.
161.    "Why doesn't tha' put on tha' own shoes?" she said
162.    when Mary quietly held out her foot.
163.    "My Ayah did it," answered Mary, staring. "It was the custom."
164.    She said that very often--"It was the custom." The native
165.    servants were always saying it. If one told them to do
166.    a thing their ancestors had not done for a thousand years
167.    they gazed at one mildly and said, "It is not the custom"
168.    and one knew that was the end of the matter.
169.    It had not been the custom that Mistress Mary should
170.    do anything but stand and allow herself to be dressed
171.    like a doll, but before she was ready for breakfast she
172.    began to suspect that her life at Misselthwaite Manor
173.    would end by teaching her a number of things quite
174.    new to her--things such as putting on her own shoes
175.    and stockings, and picking up things she let fall.
176.    If Martha had been a well-trained fine young lady's maid
177.    she would have been more subservient and respectful and
178.    would have known that it was her business to brush hair,
179.    and button boots, and pick things up and lay them away.
180.    She was, however, only an untrained Yorkshire rustic
181.    who had been brought up in a moorland cottage with a
182.    swarm of little brothers and sisters who had never
183.    dreamed of doing anything but waiting on themselves
184.    and on the younger ones who were either babies in arms
185.    or just learning to totter about and tumble over things.
186.    If Mary Lennox had been a child who was ready to be amused
187.    she would perhaps have laughed at Martha's readiness to talk,
188.    but Mary only listened to her coldly and wondered at her
189.    freedom of manner. At first she was not at all interested,
190.    but gradually, as the girl rattled on in her good-tempered,
191.    homely way, Mary began to notice what she was saying.
192.    "Eh! you should see 'em all," she said. "There's twelve
193.    of us an' my father only gets sixteen shilling a week. I can
194.    tell you my mother's put to it to get porridge for 'em all.
195.    They tumble about on th' moor an' play there all day an'
196.    mother says th' air of th' moor fattens 'em. She says she
197.    believes they eat th' grass same as th' wild ponies do.
198.    Our Dickon, he's twelve years old and he's got a young pony
199.    he calls his own."
1.    "Where did he get it?" asked Mary.
2.    "He found it on th' moor with its mother when it was
3.    a little one an' he began to make friends with it an'
4.    give it bits o' bread an' pluck young grass for it.
5.    And it got to like him so it follows him about an'
6.    it lets him get on its back. Dickon's a kind lad an'
7.    animals likes him."
8.    Mary had never possessed an animal pet of her own
9.    and had always thought she should like one. So she
10.    began to feel a slight interest in Dickon, and as she
11.    had never before been interested in any one but herself,
12.    it was the dawning of a healthy sentiment. When she went
13.    into the room which had been made into a nursery for her,
14.    she found that it was rather like the one she had slept in.
15.    It was not a child's room, but a grown-up person's room,
16.    with gloomy old pictures on the walls and heavy old
17.    oak chairs. A table in the center was set with a good
18.    substantial breakfast. But she had always had a very
19.    small appetite, and she looked with something more than
20.    indifference at the first plate Martha set before her.
21.    "I don't want it," she said.
22.    "Tha' doesn't want thy porridge!" Martha exclaimed incredulously.
23.    "No."
24.    "Tha' doesn't know how good it is. Put a bit o'
25.    treacle on it or a bit o' sugar."
26.    "I don't want it," repeated Mary.
27.    "Eh!" said Martha. "I can't abide to see good victuals
28.    go to waste. If our children was at this table they'd
29.    clean it bare in five minutes."
30.    "Why?" said Mary coldly. "Why!" echoed Martha. "Because they
31.    scarce ever had their stomachs full in their lives.
32.    They're as hungry as young hawks an' foxes."
33.    "I don't know what it is to be hungry," said Mary,
34.    with the indifference of ignorance.
35.    Martha looked indignant.
36.    "Well, it would do thee good to try it. I can see
37.    that plain enough," she said outspokenly. "I've no
38.    patience with folk as sits an' just stares at good
39.    bread an' meat. My word! don't I wish Dickon and Phil an'
40.    Jane an' th' rest of 'em had what's here under their pinafores."
41.    "Why don't you take it to them?" suggested Mary.
42.    "It's not mine," answered Martha stoutly. "An' this
43.    isn't my day out. I get my day out once a month same
44.    as th' rest. Then I go home an' clean up for mother an'
45.    give her a day's rest."
46.    Mary drank some tea and ate a little toast and some marmalade.
47.    "You wrap up warm an' run out an' play you," said Martha.
48.    "It'll do you good and give you some stomach for your meat."
49.    Mary went to the window. There were gardens and paths
50.    and big trees, but everything looked dull and wintry.
51.    "Out? Why should I go out on a day like this?" "Well, if tha'
52.    doesn't go out tha'lt have to stay in, an' what has tha'
53.    got to do?"
54.    Mary glanced about her. There was nothing to do.
55.    When Mrs. Medlock had prepared the nursery she had not
56.    thought of amusement. Perhaps it would be better to go
57.    and see what the gardens were like.
58.    "Who will go with me?" she inquired.
59.    Martha stared.
60.    "You'll go by yourself," she answered. "You'll have to
61.    learn to play like other children does when they haven't
62.    got sisters and brothers. Our Dickon goes off on th'
63.    moor by himself an' plays for hours. That's how he made
64.    friends with th' pony. He's got sheep on th' moor that
65.    knows him, an' birds as comes an' eats out of his hand.
66.    However little there is to eat, he always saves a bit o'
67.    his bread to coax his pets."
68.    It was really this mention of Dickon which made Mary decide
69.    to go out, though she was not aware of it. There would be,
70.    birds outside though there would not be ponies or sheep.
71.    They would be different from the birds in India and it
72.    might amuse her to look at them.
73.    Martha found her coat and hat for her and a pair of stout
74.    little boots and she showed her her way downstairs.
75.    "If tha' goes round that way tha'll come to th' gardens,"
76.    she said, pointing to a gate in a wall of shrubbery.
77.    "There's lots o' flowers in summer-time, but there's
78.    nothin' bloomin' now." She seemed to hesitate a second
79.    before she added, "One of th' gardens is locked up.
80.    No one has been in it for ten years."
81.    "Why?" asked Mary in spite of herself. Here was another
82.    locked door added to the hundred in the strange house.
83.    "Mr. Craven had it shut when his wife died so sudden.
84.    He won't let no one go inside. It was her garden.
85.    He locked th' door an' dug a hole and buried th' key.
86.    There's Mrs. Medlock's bell ringing--I must run."
87.    After she was gone Mary turned down the walk which led
88.    to the door in the shrubbery. She could not help thinking
89.    about the garden which no one had been into for ten years.
90.    She wondered what it would look like and whether there
91.    were any flowers still alive in it. When she had passed
92.    through the shrubbery gate she found herself in great gardens,
93.    with wide lawns and winding walks with clipped borders.
94.    There were trees, and flower-beds, and evergreens clipped
95.    into strange shapes, and a large pool with an old gray
96.    fountain in its midst. But the flower-beds were bare
97.    and wintry and the fountain was not playing. This was not
98.    the garden which was shut up. How could a garden be shut
99.    up? You could always walk into a garden.
100.    She was just thinking this when she saw that, at the end
101.    of the path she was following, there seemed to be a
102.    long wall, with ivy growing over it. She was not familiar
103.    enough with England to know that she was coming upon the
104.    kitchen-gardens where the vegetables and fruit were growing.
105.    She went toward the wall and found that there was a green
106.    door in the ivy, and that it stood open. This was
107.    not the closed garden, evidently, and she could go into it.
108.    She went through the door and found that it was a garden
109.    with walls all round it and that it was only one of several
110.    walled gardens which seemed to open into one another.
111.    She saw another open green door, revealing bushes and
112.    pathways between beds containing winter vegetables.
113.    Fruit-trees were trained flat against the wall,
114.    and over some of the beds there were glass frames.
115.    The place was bare and ugly enough, Mary thought, as she
116.    stood and stared about her. It might be nicer in summer
117.    when things were green, but there was nothing pretty about
118.    it now.
119.    Presently an old man with a spade over his shoulder walked
120.    through the door leading from the second garden. He looked
121.    startled when he saw Mary, and then touched his cap.
122.    He had a surly old face, and did not seem at all pleased
123.    to see her--but then she was displeased with his garden
124.    and wore her "quite contrary" expression, and certainly
125.    did not seem at all pleased to see him.
126.    "What is this place?" she asked.
127.    "One o' th' kitchen-gardens," he answered.
128.    "What is that?" said Mary, pointing through the other
129.    green door.
130.    "Another of 'em," shortly. "There's another on t'other
131.    side o' th' wall an' there's th' orchard t'other side o' that."
132.    "Can I go in them?" asked Mary.
133.    "If tha' likes. But there's nowt to see."
134.    Mary made no response. She went down the path and through
135.    the second green door. There, she found more walls
136.    and winter vegetables and glass frames, but in the second
137.    wall there was another green door and it was not open.
138.    Perhaps it led into the garden which no one had seen for
139.    ten years. As she was not at all a timid child and always
140.    did what she wanted to do, Mary went to the green door
141.    and turned the handle. She hoped the door would not open
142.    because she wanted to be sure she had found the mysterious
143.    garden--but it did open quite easily and she walked
144.    through it and found herself in an orchard. There were
145.    walls all round it also and trees trained against them,
146.    and there were bare fruit-trees growing in the winter-browned
147.    grass--but there was no green door to be seen anywhere.
148.    Mary looked for it, and yet when she had entered the
149.    upper end of the garden she had noticed that the wall
150.    did not seem to end with the orchard but to extend
151.    beyond it as if it enclosed a place at the other side.
152.    She could see the tops of trees above the wall,
153.    and when she stood still she saw a bird with a bright
154.    red breast sitting on the topmost branch of one of them,
155.    and suddenly he burst into his winter song--almost
156.    as if he had caught sight of her and was calling to her.
157.    She stopped and listened to him and somehow his cheerful,
158.    friendly little whistle gave her a pleased feeling--even
159.    a disagreeable little girl may be lonely, and the big closed
160.    house and big bare moor and big bare gardens had made this
161.    one feel as if there was no one left in the world but herself.
162.    If she had been an affectionate child, who had been
163.    used to being loved, she would have broken her heart,
164.    but even though she was "Mistress Mary Quite Contrary"
165.    she was desolate, and the bright-breasted little bird
166.    brought a look into her sour little face which was almost
167.    a smile. She listened to him until he flew away.
168.    He was not like an Indian bird and she liked him and
169.    wondered if she should ever see him again. Perhaps he
170.    lived in the mysterious garden and knew all about it.
171.    Perhaps it was because she had nothing whatever to do
172.    that she thought so much of the deserted garden. She was
173.    curious about it and wanted to see what it was like.
174.    Why had Mr. Archibald Craven buried the key? If he
175.    had liked his wife so much why did he hate her garden?
176.    She wondered if she should ever see him, but she knew
177.    that if she did she should not like him, and he would
178.    not like her, and that she should only stand and stare
179.    at him and say nothing, though she should be wanting
180.    dreadfully to ask him why he had done such a queer thing.
181.    "People never like me and I never like people," she thought.
182.    "And I never can talk as the Crawford children could.
183.    They were always talking and laughing and making noises."
184.    She thought of the robin and of the way he seemed to sing
185.    his song at her, and as she remembered the tree-top he
186.    perched on she stopped rather suddenly on the path.
187.    "I believe that tree was in the secret garden--I feel sure
188.    it was," she said. "There was a wall round the place
189.    and there was no door."
190.    She walked back into the first kitchen-garden she had entered
191.    and found the old man digging there. She went and stood beside
192.    him and watched him a few moments in her cold little way.
193.    He took no notice of her and so at last she spoke to him.
194.    "I have been into the other gardens," she said.
195.    "There was nothin' to prevent thee," he answered crustily.
196.    "I went into the orchard."
197.    "There was no dog at th' door to bite thee," he answered.
198.    "There was no door there into the other garden,"
199.    said Mary.
200.    "What garden?" he said in a rough voice, stopping his
201.    digging for a moment.
202.    "The one on the other side of the wall," answered Mistress Mary.
203.    "There are trees there--I saw the tops of them. A bird
204.    with a red breast was sitting on one of them and he sang."
205.    To her surprise the surly old weather-beaten face
206.    actually changed its expression. A slow smile spread
207.    over it and the gardener looked quite different. It made
208.    her think that it was curious how much nicer a person
209.    looked when he smiled. She had not thought of it before.
210.    He turned about to the orchard side of his garden and began
211.    to whistle--a low soft whistle. She could not understand
212.    how such a surly man could make such a coaxing sound.
213.    Almost the next moment a wonderful thing happened.
214.    She heard a soft little rushing flight through the air--and
215.    it was the bird with the red breast flying to them,
216.    and he actually alighted on the big clod of earth quite near
217.    to the gardener's foot.
218.    "Here he is," chuckled the old man, and then he spoke
219.    to the bird as if he were speaking to a child.
220.    "Where has tha' been, tha' cheeky little beggar?"
221.    he said. "I've not seen thee before today. Has tha,
222.    begun tha' courtin' this early in th' season? Tha'rt
223.    too forrad."
224.    The bird put his tiny head on one side and looked up at him
225.    with his soft bright eye which was like a black dewdrop.
226.    He seemed quite familiar and not the least afraid.
227.    He hopped about and pecked the earth briskly, looking for
228.    seeds and insects. It actually gave Mary a queer feeling
229.    in her heart, because he was so pretty and cheerful
230.    and seemed so like a person. He had a tiny plump body
231.    and a delicate beak, and slender delicate legs.
232.    "Will he always come when you call him?" she asked almost
233.    in a whisper.
234.    "Aye, that he will. I've knowed him ever since he was
235.    a fledgling. He come out of th' nest in th' other garden an'
236.    when first he flew over th' wall he was too weak to fly
237.    back for a few days an' we got friendly. When he went
238.    over th' wall again th' rest of th' brood was gone an'
239.    he was lonely an' he come back to me."
240.    "What kind of a bird is he?" Mary asked.
241.    "Doesn't tha' know? He's a robin redbreast an'
242.    they're th' friendliest, curiousest birds alive.
243.    They're almost as friendly as dogs--if you know how to get
244.    on with 'em. Watch him peckin' about there an' lookin'
245.    round at us now an' again. He knows we're talkin' about him."
246.    It was the queerest thing in the world to see the old fellow.
247.    He looked at the plump little scarlet-waistcoated bird
248.    as if he were both proud and fond of him.
249.    "He's a conceited one," he chuckled. "He likes to hear
250.    folk talk about him. An' curious--bless me, there never
251.    was his like for curiosity an' meddlin'. He's always comin'
252.    to see what I'm plantin'. He knows all th' things Mester
253.    Craven never troubles hissel' to find out. He's th'
254.    head gardener, he is."
255.    The robin hopped about busily pecking the soil and now
256.    and then stopped and looked at them a little. Mary thought
257.    his black dewdrop eyes gazed at her with great curiosity.
258.    It really seemed as if he were finding out all about her.
259.    The queer feeling in her heart increased. "Where did the
260.    rest of the brood fly to?" she asked.
261.    "There's no knowin'. The old ones turn 'em out o' their nest an'
262.    make 'em fly an' they're scattered before you know it.
263.    This one was a knowin' one an, he knew he was lonely."
264.    Mistress Mary went a step nearer to the robin and looked
265.    at him very hard.
266.    "I'm lonely," she said.
267.    She had not known before that this was one of the things
268.    which made her feel sour and cross. She seemed to find
269.    it out when the robin looked at her and she looked
270.    at the robin.
271.    The old gardener pushed his cap back on his bald head
272.    and stared at her a minute.
273.    "Art tha' th' little wench from India?" he asked.
274.    Mary nodded.
275.    "Then no wonder tha'rt lonely. Tha'lt be lonlier before
276.    tha's done," he said.
277.    He began to dig again, driving his spade deep into
278.    the rich black garden soil while the robin hopped
279.    about very busily employed.
280.    "What is your name?" Mary inquired.
281.    He stood up to answer her.
282.    "Ben Weatherstaff," he answered, and then he added with a
283.    surly chuckle, "I'm lonely mysel' except when he's with me,"
284.    and he jerked his thumb toward the robin. "He's th'
285.    only friend I've got."
286.    "I have no friends at all," said Mary. "I never had.
287.    My Ayah didn't like me and I never played with any one."
288.    It is a Yorkshire habit to say what you think with
289.    blunt frankness, and old Ben Weatherstaff was a Yorkshire
290.    moor man.
291.    "Tha' an' me are a good bit alike," he said.
292.    "We was wove out of th' same cloth. We're neither of us
293.    good lookin' an' we're both of us as sour as we look.
294.    We've got the same nasty tempers, both of us, I'll warrant."
295.    This was plain speaking, and Mary Lennox had never heard
296.    the truth about herself in her life. Native servants
297.    always salaamed and submitted to you, whatever you did.
298.    She had never thought much about her looks, but she wondered
299.    if she was as unattractive as Ben Weatherstaff and she
300.    also wondered if she looked as sour as he had looked
301.    before the robin came. She actually began to wonder
302.    also if she was "nasty tempered." She felt uncomfortable.
303.    Suddenly a clear rippling little sound broke out near
304.    her and she turned round. She was standing a few feet
305.    from a young apple-tree and the robin had flown on to one
306.    of its branches and had burst out into a scrap of a song.
307.    Ben Weatherstaff laughed outright.
308.    "What did he do that for?" asked Mary.
309.    "He's made up his mind to make friends with thee,"
310.    replied Ben. "Dang me if he hasn't took a fancy to thee."
311.    "To me?" said Mary, and she moved toward the little tree
312.    softly and looked up.
313.    "Would you make friends with me?" she said to the robin
314.    just as if she was speaking to a person. "Would you?"
315.    And she did not say it either in her hard little voice
316.    or in her imperious Indian voice, but in a tone so soft
317.    and eager and coaxing that Ben Weatherstaff was as surprised
318.    as she had been when she heard him whistle.
319.    "Why," he cried out, "tha' said that as nice an' human as
320.    if tha' was a real child instead of a sharp old woman.
321.    Tha' said it almost like Dickon talks to his wild things on th' moor."
322.    "Do you know Dickon?" Mary asked, turning round rather
323.    in a hurry.
324.    "Everybody knows him. Dickon's wanderin' about everywhere.
325.    Th' very blackberries an' heather-bells knows him.
326.    I warrant th' foxes shows him where their cubs
327.    lies an' th' skylarks doesn't hide their nests from him."
328.    Mary would have liked to ask some more questions.
329.    She was almost as curious about Dickon as she was about
330.    the deserted garden. But just that moment the robin,
331.    who had ended his song, gave a little shake of his wings,
332.    spread them and flew away. He had made his visit and had
333.    other things to do.
334.    "He has flown over the wall!" Mary cried out, watching him.
335.    "He has flown into the orchard--he has flown across the
336.    other wall--into the garden where there is no door!"
337.    "He lives there," said old Ben. "He came out o' th' egg there.
338.    If he's courtin', he's makin' up to some young madam
339.    of a robin that lives among th' old rose-trees there."
340.    "Rose-trees," said Mary. "Are there rose-trees?"
341.    Ben Weatherstaff took up his spade again and began to dig.
342.    "There was ten year' ago," he mumbled.
343.    "I should like to see them," said Mary. "Where is
344.    the green door? There must be a door somewhere."
345.    Ben drove his spade deep and looked as uncompanionable
346.    as he had looked when she first saw him.
347.    "There was ten year' ago, but there isn't now," he said.
348.    "No door!" cried Mary. "There must be." "None as any
349.    one can find, an' none as is any one's business.
350.    Don't you be a meddlesome wench an' poke your nose where
351.    it's no cause to go. Here, I must go on with my work.
352.    Get you gone an' play you. I've no more time."
353.    And he actually stopped digging, threw his spade over
354.    his shoulder and walked off, without even glancing
at her or saying good-by.

PREV  ||  NEXT

Men Terms&Conditions

Copyright � 2000 EXE (MEN). All Rights Reserved �