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VI. The Key To The Garden
“Ishouldthinktha’did,”agreedMartha,polishingaway.
“I’veneverseenher,”saidMary.
“No,tha’hasn’t,”repliedMartha.
Shesatuponherheelsagainandrubbedtheendofhernosewiththebackofherhandasifpuzzledforamoment,butsheendedquitepositively.
“Well,she’sthatsensiblean’hardworkin’an’good-naturedan’cleanthatnoonecouldhelplikin’herwhetherthey’dseenherornot.WhenI’mgoin’hometoheronmydayoutIjustjumpforjoywhenI’mcrossin’themoor.”
“IlikeDickon,”addedMary.“AndI’veneverseenhim.”
“Well,”saidMarthastoutly,“I’vetoldtheethatth’verybirdslikeshiman’th’rabbitsan’wildsheepan’ponies,an’th’foxesthemselves.Iwonder,”staringatherreflectively,“whatDickonwouldthinkofthee?”
“Hewouldn’tlikeme,”saidMaryinherstiff,coldlittleway.“Noonedoes.”
Marthalookedreflectiveagain.
“Howdoestha’likethysel’?”sheinquired,reallyquiteasifshewerecurioustoknow.
Maryhesitatedamomentandthoughtitover.
“Notatall—really,”sheanswered.“ButIneverthoughtofthatbefore.”
Marthagrinnedalittleasifatsomehomelyrecollection.
“Mothersaidthattomeonce,”shesaid.“Shewasatherwash-tuban’Iwasinabadtemperan’talkin’illoffolk,an’sheturnsroundonmean’says:‘Tha’youngvixen,tha’!Theretha’standssayin’tha’doesn’tlikethisonean’tha’doesn’tlikethatone.
