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XVI. “I Won’t!” Said Mary
Hewasnighgoin’intooneo’histantrums.There’sbeenanicetodoallafternoontokeephimquiet.Hewouldwatchtheclockallth’time.”
Mary’slipspinchedthemselvestogether.ShewasnomoreusedtoconsideringotherpeoplethanColinwasandshesawnoreasonwhyanill-temperedboyshouldinterferewiththethingshelikedbest.Sheknewnothingaboutthepitifulnessofpeoplewhohadbeenillandnervousandwhodidnotknowthattheycouldcontroltheirtempersandneednotmakeotherpeopleillandnervous,too.WhenshehadhadaheadacheinIndiashehaddoneherbesttoseethateverybodyelsealsohadaheadacheorsomethingquiteasbad.Andshefeltshewasquiteright;butofcoursenowshefeltthatColinwasquitewrong.
Hewasnotonhissofawhenshewentintohisroom.Hewaslyingflatonhisbackinbedandhedidnotturnhisheadtowardherasshecamein.ThiswasabadbeginningandMarymarcheduptohimwithherstiffmanner.
“Whydidn’tyougetup?”shesaid.
“IdidgetupthismorningwhenIthoughtyouwerecoming,”heanswered,withoutlookingather.“Imadethemputmebackinbedthisafternoon.MybackachedandmyheadachedandIwastired.Whydidn’tyoucome?”
“IwasworkinginthegardenwithDickon,”saidMary.
Colinfrownedandcondescendedtolookather.
“Iwon’tletthatboycomehereifyougoandstaywithhiminsteadofcomingtotalktome,”hesaid.
Maryflewintoafinepassion.Shecouldflyintoapassionwithoutmakinganoise.Shejustgrewsourandobstinateanddidnotcarewhathappened.
