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XVI. “I Won’t!” Said Mary
Shehadbeenbeginningtothinkitwouldbe,butnowshehadchangedhermindentirely.Shewouldnevertellhimandhecouldstayinhisroomandnevergetanyfreshairanddieifheliked!Itwouldservehimright!ShefeltsosourandunrelentingthatforafewminutesshealmostforgotaboutDickonandthegreenveilcreepingovertheworldandthesoftwindblowingdownfromthemoor.
Marthawaswaitingforherandthetroubleinherfacehadbeentemporarilyreplacedbyinterestandcuriosity.Therewasawoodenboxonthetableanditscoverhadbeenremovedandrevealedthatitwasfullofneatpackages.
“Mr.Cravensentittoyou,”saidMartha.“Itlooksasifithadpicture-booksinit.”
Maryrememberedwhathehadaskedherthedayshehadgonetohisroom.“Doyouwantanything—dolls—toys—books?”Sheopenedthepackagewonderingifhehadsentadoll,andalsowonderingwhatsheshoulddowithitifhehad.Buthehadnotsentone.TherewereseveralbeautifulbookssuchasColinhad,andtwoofthemwereaboutgardensandwerefullofpictures.Thereweretwoorthreegamesandtherewasabeautifullittlewriting-casewithagoldmonogramonitandagoldpenandinkstand.
Everythingwassonicethatherpleasurebegantocrowdherangeroutofhermind.Shehadnotexpectedhimtorememberheratallandherhardlittleheartgrewquitewarm.
“IcanwritebetterthanIcanprint,”shesaid,“andthefirstthingIshallwritewiththatpenwillbealettertotellhimIammuchobliged
