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VI. The Key To The Garden

           ‘Nowto’th’soart’means‘nothin’-of-the-sort,’”slowlyandcarefully,“butittakessolongtosayit.Yorkshire’sth’sunniestplaceonearthwhenitissunny.Itoldtheetha’dliketh’moorafterabit.Justyouwaittillyouseeth’gold-coloredgorseblossomsan’th’blossomso’th’broom,an’th’heatherflowerin’,allpurplebells,an’hundredso’butterfliesflutterin’an’beeshummin’an’skylarkssoarin’upan’singin’.You’llwanttogetoutonitatsunrisean’liveoutonitalldaylikeDickondoes.”

           “CouldIevergetthere?”askedMarywistfully,lookingthroughherwindowatthefar-offblue.Itwassonewandbigandwonderfulandsuchaheavenlycolor.

           “Idon’tknow,”answeredMartha.“Tha’sneverusedtha’legssincetha’wasborn,itseemstome.Tha’couldn’twalkfivemile.It’sfivemiletoourcottage.”

           “Ishouldliketoseeyourcottage.”

           Marthastaredatheramomentcuriouslybeforeshetookupherpolishingbrushandbegantorubthegrateagain.Shewasthinkingthatthesmallplainfacedidnotlookquiteassouratthismomentasithaddonethefirstmorningshesawit.ItlookedjustatriflelikelittleSusanAnn’swhenshewantedsomethingverymuch.

           “I’llaskmymotheraboutit,”shesaid.“She’soneo’themthatnearlyalwaysseesawaytodothings.It’smydayouttodayan’I’mgoin’home.Eh!Iamglad.Mrs.Medlockthinksaloto’mother.Perhapsshecouldtalktoher.”

           “Ilikeyourmother,”saidMary.

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