Таинственный сад
VI. “There Was Someone Crying—there Was!”
Medlockcameandlookedathereverydayortwo,butnooneinquiredwhatshedidortoldherwhattodo.ShesupposedthatperhapsthiswastheEnglishwayoftreatingchildren.InIndiashehadalwaysbeenattendedbyherAyah,whohadfollowedheraboutandwaitedonher,handandfoot.Shehadoftenbeentiredofhercompany.NowshewasfollowedbynobodyandwaslearningtodressherselfbecauseMarthalookedasthoughshethoughtshewassillyandstupidwhenshewantedtohavethingshandedtoherandputon.
“Hasn’ttha’gotgoodsense?”shesaidonce,whenMaryhadstoodwaitingforhertoputonherglovesforher.“OurSusanAnnistwiceassharpastheean’she’sonlyfouryear’old.Sometimestha’looksfairsoftinth’head.”
Maryhadwornhercontraryscowlforanhourafterthat,butitmadeherthinkseveralentirelynewthings.
ShestoodatthewindowforabouttenminutesthismorningafterMarthahadsweptupthehearthforthelasttimeandgonedownstairs.Shewasthinkingoverthenewideawhichhadcometoherwhensheheardofthelibrary.Shedidnotcareverymuchaboutthelibraryitself,becauseshehadreadveryfewbooks;buttohearofitbroughtbacktohermindthehundredroomswithcloseddoors.Shewonderediftheywereallreallylockedandwhatshewouldfindifshecouldgetintoanyofthem.Werethereahundredreally?Whyshouldn’tshegoandseehowmanydoorsshecouldcount?Itwouldbesomethingtodoonthismorningwhenshecouldnotgoout.
