III. Across The Moor

           Shesleptalongtime,andwhensheawakenedMrs.Medlockhadboughtalunchbasketatoneofthestationsandtheyhadsomechickenandcoldbeefandbreadandbutterandsomehottea.Therainseemedtobestreamingdownmoreheavilythaneverandeverybodyinthestationworewetandglisteningwaterproofs.Theguardlightedthelampsinthecarriage,andMrs.Medlockcheeredupverymuchoverherteaandchickenandbeef.Sheateagreatdealandafterwardfellasleepherself,andMarysatandstaredatherandwatchedherfinebonnetslipononesideuntilsheherselffellasleeponcemoreinthecornerofthecarriage,lulledbythesplashingoftherainagainstthewindows.Itwasquitedarkwhensheawakenedagain.ThetrainhadstoppedatastationandMrs.Medlockwasshakingher.

           “Youhavehadasleep!”shesaid.“It’stimetoopenyoureyes!We’reatThwaiteStationandwe’vegotalongdrivebeforeus.”

           MarystoodupandtriedtokeephereyesopenwhileMrs.Medlockcollectedherparcels.Thelittlegirldidnotoffertohelpher,becauseinIndianativeservantsalwayspickeduporcarriedthingsanditseemedquiteproperthatotherpeopleshouldwaitonone.

           Thestationwasasmalloneandnobodybutthemselvesseemedtobegettingoutofthetrain.Thestation-masterspoketoMrs.Medlockinarough,good-naturedway,pronouncinghiswordsinaqueerbroadfashionwhichMaryfoundoutafterwardwasYorkshire.

           “Iseetha’sgotback,”hesaid.“An’tha’sbrowtth’young’unwiththee.”

           “Aye,that’sher,”answeredMrs.