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V. The Cry In The Corridor
“Ittastesnicetoday,”saidMary,feelingalittlesurprisedherself.
“It’sth’airofth’moorthat’sgivin’theestomachfortha’victuals,”answeredMartha.“It’sluckyfortheethattha’sgotvictualsaswellasappetite.There’sbeentwelveinourcottageashadth’stomachan’nothin’toputinit.Yougoonplayin’yououto’doorseverydayan’you’llgetsomefleshonyourbonesan’youwon’tbesoyeller.”
“Idon’tplay,”saidMary.“Ihavenothingtoplaywith.”
“Nothin’toplaywith!”exclaimedMartha.“Ourchildrenplayswithsticksandstones.Theyjustrunsaboutan’shoutsan’looksatthings.”Marydidnotshout,butshelookedatthings.Therewasnothingelsetodo.Shewalkedroundandroundthegardensandwanderedaboutthepathsinthepark.SometimesshelookedforBenWeatherstaff,butthoughseveraltimesshesawhimatworkhewastoobusytolookatherorwastoosurly.Oncewhenshewaswalkingtowardhimhepickeduphisspadeandturnedawayasifhediditonpurpose.
Oneplaceshewenttooftenerthantoanyother.Itwasthelongwalkoutsidethegardenswiththewallsroundthem.Therewerebareflower-bedsoneithersideofitandagainstthewallsivygrewthickly.Therewasonepartofthewallwherethecreepingdarkgreenleavesweremorebushythanelsewhere.Itseemedasifforalongtimethatparthadbeenneglected.Therestofithadbeenclippedandmadetolookneat,butatthislowerendofthewalkithadnotbeentrimmedatall.
