Таинственный сад
IV. Martha
Shesobbedsounrestrainedlythatgood-naturedYorkshireMarthawasalittlefrightenedandquitesorryforher.Shewenttothebedandbentoverher.
“Eh!youmustn’tcrylikethatthere!”shebegged.“Youmustn’tforsure.Ididn’tknowyou’dbevexed.Idon’tknowanythin’aboutanythin’—justlikeyousaid.Ibegyourpardon,Miss.Dostopcryin’.”
TherewassomethingcomfortingandreallyfriendlyinherqueerYorkshirespeechandsturdywaywhichhadagoodeffectonMary.Shegraduallyceasedcryingandbecamequiet.Marthalookedrelieved.
“It’stimefortheetogetupnow,”shesaid.“Mrs.MedlocksaidIwastocarrytha’breakfastan’teaan’dinnerintoth’roomnexttothis.It’sbeenmadeintoanurseryforthee.I’llhelptheeonwiththyclothesiftha’llgetouto’bed.Ifth’buttonsareatth’backtha’cannotbuttonthemuptha’self.”
WhenMaryatlastdecidedtogetup,theclothesMarthatookfromthewardrobewerenottheonesshehadwornwhenshearrivedthenightbeforewithMrs.Medlock.
“Thosearenotmine,”shesaid.“Mineareblack.”
Shelookedthethickwhitewoolcoatanddressover,andaddedwithcoolapproval:
“Thosearenicerthanmine.”
“Theseareth’onestha’mustputon,”Marthaanswered.“Mr.CravenorderedMrs.Medlocktoget’eminLondon.Hesaid‘Iwon’thaveachilddressedinblackwanderin’aboutlikealostsoul,’hesaid.‘It’dmaketheplacesadderthanitis.Putcoloronher.’Mothershesaidsheknewwhathemeant.Motheralwaysknowswhatabodymeans.
