CHAPTER V
    THE CRY IN THE CORRIDOR
   

4.    At first each day which passed by for Mary Lennox
5.    was exactly like the others. Every morning she awoke
6.    in her tapestried room and found Martha kneeling upon
7.    the hearth building her fire; every morning she ate her
8.    breakfast in the nursery which had nothing amusing in it;
9.    and after each breakfast she gazed out of the window
10.    across to the huge moor which seemed to spread out on all
11.    sides and climb up to the sky, and after she had stared
12.    for a while she realized that if she did not go out she
13.    would have to stay in and do nothing--and so she went out.
14.    She did not know that this was the best thing she could
15.    have done, and she did not know that, when she began to walk
16.    quickly or even run along the paths and down the avenue,
17.    she was stirring her slow blood and making herself stronger
18.    by fighting with the wind which swept down from the moor.
19.    She ran only to make herself warm, and she hated the wind
20.    which rushed at her face and roared and held her back
21.    as if it were some giant she could not see. But the big
22.    breaths of rough fresh air blown over the heather filled
23.    her lungs with something which was good for her whole
24.    thin body and whipped some red color into her cheeks and
25.    brightened her dull eyes when she did not know anything
26.    about it.
27.    But after a few days spent almost entirely out of doors
28.    she wakened one morning knowing what it was to be hungry,
29.    and when she sat down to her breakfast she did not glance
30.    disdainfully at her porridge and push it away, but took
31.    up her spoon and began to eat it and went on eating it
32.    until her bowl was empty.
33.    "Tha' got on well enough with that this mornin', didn't tha'?"
34.    said Martha.
35.    "It tastes nice today," said Mary, feeling a little
36.    surprised her self.
37.    "It's th' air of th' moor that's givin' thee stomach
38.    for tha' victuals," answered Martha. "It's lucky
39.    for thee that tha's got victuals as well as appetite.
40.    There's been twelve in our cottage as had th' stomach an'
41.    nothin' to put in it. You go on playin' you out o'
42.    doors every day an' you'll get some flesh on your bones an'
43.    you won't be so yeller."
44.    "I don't play," said Mary. "I have nothing to play with."
45.    "Nothin' to play with!" exclaimed Martha. "Our children
46.    plays with sticks and stones. They just runs about an'
47.    shouts an' looks at things." Mary did not shout,
48.    but she looked at things. There was nothing else to do.
49.    She walked round and round the gardens and wandered
50.    about the paths in the park. Sometimes she looked for
51.    Ben Weatherstaff, but though several times she saw him
52.    at work he was too busy to look at her or was too surly.
53.    Once when she was walking toward him he picked up his spade
54.    and turned away as if he did it on purpose.
55.    One place she went to oftener than to any other.
56.    It was the long walk outside the gardens with the walls
57.    round them. There were bare flower-beds on either
58.    side of it and against the walls ivy grew thickly.
59.    There was one part of the wall where the creeping dark
60.    green leaves were more bushy than elsewhere. It seemed
61.    as if for a long time that part had been neglected.
62.    The rest of it had been clipped and made to look neat,
63.    but at this lower end of the walk it had not been trimmed
64.    at all.
65.    A few days after she had talked to Ben Weatherstaff,
66.    Mary stopped to notice this and wondered why it was so.
67.    She had just paused and was looking up at a long spray of ivy
68.    swinging in the wind when she saw a gleam of scarlet and
69.    heard a brilliant chirp, and there, on the top of the wall,
70.    forward perched Ben Weatherstaff's robin redbreast,
71.    tilting forward to look at her with his small head on
72.    one side.
73.    "Oh!" she cried out, "is it you--is it you?" And it
74.    did not seem at all queer to her that she spoke to him
75.    as if she were sure that he would understand and answer her.
76.    He did answer. He twittered and chirped and hopped along
77.    the wall as if he were telling her all sorts of things.
78.    It seemed to Mistress Mary as if she understood him, too,
79.    though he was not speaking in words. It was as if he
80.    said:
81.    "Good morning! Isn't the wind nice? Isn't the sun nice? Isn't
82.    everything nice? Let us both chirp and hop and twitter.
83.    Come on! Come on!"
84.    Mary began to laugh, and as he hopped and took little flights
85.    along the wall she ran after him. Poor little thin, sallow,
86.    ugly Mary--she actually looked almost pretty for a moment.
87.    "I like you! I like you!" she cried out, pattering down the walk;
88.    and she chirped and tried to whistle, which last she did
89.    not know how to do in the least. But the robin seemed
90.    to be quite satisfied and chirped and whistled back at her.
91.    At last he spread his wings and made a darting flight
92.    to the top of a tree, where he perched and sang loudly.
93.    That reminded Mary of the first time she had seen him.
94.    He had been swinging on a tree-top then and she had been
95.    standing in the orchard. Now she was on the other side
96.    of the orchard and standing in the path outside a wall--much
97.    lower down--and there was the same tree inside.
98.    "It's in the garden no one can go into," she said to herself.
99.    "It's the garden without a door. He lives in there.
100.    How I wish I could see what it is like!"
101.    She ran up the walk to the green door she had entered
102.    the first morning. Then she ran down the path through
103.    the other door and then into the orchard, and when she
104.    stood and looked up there was the tree on the other side
105.    of the wall, and there was the robin just finishing his
106.    song and, beginning to preen his feathers with his beak.
107.    "It is the garden," she said. "I am sure it is."
108.    She walked round and looked closely at that side of the
109.    orchard wall, but she only found what she had found
110.    before--that there was no door in it. Then she ran
111.    through the kitchen-gardens again and out into the walk
112.    outside the long ivy-covered wall, and she walked to
113.    the end of it and looked at it, but there was no door;
114.    and then she walked to the other end, looking again,
115.    but there was no door.
116.    "It's very queer," she said. "Ben Weatherstaff said
117.    there was no door and there is no door. But there must
118.    have been one ten years ago, because Mr. Craven buried
119.    the key."
120.    This gave her so much to think of that she began to be
121.    quite interested and feel that she was not sorry that she
122.    had come to Misselthwaite Manor. In India she had always
123.    felt hot and too languid to care much about anything.
124.    The fact was that the fresh wind from the moor had begun
125.    to blow the cobwebs out of her young brain and to waken
126.    her up a little.
127.    She stayed out of doors nearly all day, and when she sat
128.    down to her supper at night she felt hungry and drowsy
129.    and comfortable. She did not feel cross when Martha
130.    chattered away. She felt as if she rather liked to hear her,
131.    and at last she thought she would ask her a question.
132.    She asked it after she had finished her supper and had sat
133.    down on the hearth-rug before the fire.
134.    "Why did Mr. Craven hate the garden?" she said.
135.    She had made Martha stay with her and Martha had not
136.    objected at all. She was very young, and used to a crowded
137.    cottage full of brothers and sisters, and she found it
138.    dull in the great servants' hall downstairs where the
139.    footman and upper-housemaids made fun of her Yorkshire
140.    speech and looked upon her as a common little thing,
141.    and sat and whispered among themselves. Martha liked
142.    to talk, and the strange child who had lived in India,
143.    and been waited upon by "blacks," was novelty enough
144.    to attract her.
145.    She sat down on the hearth herself without waiting
146.    to be asked.
147.    "Art tha' thinkin' about that garden yet?" she said.
148.    "I knew tha' would. That was just the way with me when I
149.    first heard about it."
150.    "Why did he hate it?" Mary persisted.
151.    Martha tucked her feet under her and made herself
152.    quite comfortable.
153.    "Listen to th' wind wutherin' round the house," she said.
154.    "You could bare stand up on the moor if you was out on
155.    it tonight."
156.    Mary did not know what "wutherin'" meant until she listened,
157.    and then she understood. It must mean that hollow
158.    shuddering sort of roar which rushed round and round the
159.    house as if the giant no one could see were buffeting it
160.    and beating at the walls and windows to try to break in.
161.    But one knew he could not get in, and somehow it made
162.    one feel very safe and warm inside a room with a red
163.    coal fire.
164.    "But why did he hate it so?" she asked, after she
165.    had listened. She intended to know if Martha did.
166.    Then Martha gave up her store of knowledge.
167.    "Mind," she said, "Mrs. Medlock said it's not to be
168.    talked about. There's lots o' things in this place that's
169.    not to be talked over. That's Mr. Craven's orders.
170.    His troubles are none servants' business, he says.
171.    But for th' garden he wouldn't be like he is. It was
172.    Mrs. Craven's garden that she had made when first they
173.    were married an' she just loved it, an' they used to 'tend
174.    the flowers themselves. An' none o' th' gardeners was
175.    ever let to go in. Him an' her used to go in an'
176.    shut th' door an' stay there hours an' hours, readin'
177.    and talkin'. An, she was just a bit of a girl an'
178.    there was an old tree with a branch bent like a seat
179.    on it. An' she made roses grow over it an' she used
180.    to sit there. But one day when she was sittin' there th'
181.    branch broke an' she fell on th' ground an' was hurt
182.    so bad that next day she died. Th' doctors thought he'd
183.    go out o' his mind an' die, too. That's why he hates it.
184.    No one's never gone in since, an' he won't let any one talk
185.    about it."
186.    Mary did not ask any more questions. She looked at
187.    the red fire and listened to the wind "wutherin'."
188.    It seemed to be "wutherin'" louder than ever.
189.    At that moment a very good thing was happening to her.
190.    Four good things had happened to her, in fact, since she
191.    came to Misselthwaite Manor. She had felt as if she
192.    had understood a robin and that he had understood her;
193.    she had run in the wind until her blood had grown warm;
194.    she had been healthily hungry for the first time in her life;
195.    and she had found out what it was to be sorry for some one.
196.    But as she was listening to the wind she began to listen
197.    to something else. She did not know what it was,
198.    because at first she could scarcely distinguish it from
199.    the wind itself. It was a curious sound--it seemed almost
200.    as if a child were crying somewhere. Sometimes the wind
201.    sounded rather like a child crying, but presently Mistress
202.    Mary felt quite sure this sound was inside the house,
203.    not outside it. It was far away, but it was inside.
204.    She turned round and looked at Martha.
205.    "Do you hear any one crying?" she said.
206.    Martha suddenly looked confused.
207.    "No," she answered. "It's th' wind. Sometimes it
208.    sounds like as if some one was lost on th' moor an'
209.    wailin'. It's got all sorts o' sounds."
210.    "But listen," said Mary. "It's in the house--down one
211.    of those long corridors."
212.    And at that very moment a door must have been opened
213.    somewhere downstairs; for a great rushing draft blew along
214.    the passage and the door of the room they sat in was blown
215.    open with a crash, and as they both jumped to their feet
216.    the light was blown out and the crying sound was swept down
217.    the far corridor so that it was to be heard more plainly than ever.
218.    "There!" said Mary. "I told you so! It is some one
219.    crying--and it isn't a grown-up person."
220.    Martha ran and shut the door and turned the key, but before
221.    she did it they both heard the sound of a door in some far
222.    passage shutting with a bang, and then everything was quiet,
223.    for even the wind ceased "wutherin'" for a few moments.
224.    "It was th' wind," said Martha stubbornly.
225.    "An' if it wasn't, it was little Betty Butterworth,
226.    th' scullery-maid. She's had th' toothache all day."
227.    But something troubled and awkward in her manner made
228.    Mistress Mary stare very hard at her. She did not believe
she was speaking the truth.

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