The secret garden

MISTRESS MARY 21moor whatsoever a moor was soundeddreary. A man with a crooked back who shuthimself up also! She stared out of the windowwith her lips pinched together, and it seemedquite natural that the rain should have begun topour down in gray slanting lines and splash andstream down the window-panes. If the prettywife had been alive she might have made thingscheerful by being something like her own motherand by running in and out and going to partiesas she had done in frocks " full of lace." Butshe was not there any more.'"You needn't expect to see him, because tento one vou won't," said Mrs. Medlock.^ 7" Andyou mustn't expect that there will be people totalk to you. You'll have to play about and lookafter yourself. You'll be told what rooms youcan go into and what rooms you're to keep out of.There's gardens enough. But when you're in thehouse don't go wandering and poking about. Mr.Craven won't have it."" I shall not want to go poking about," saidsour little Mary; and just as suddenly as she hadbegun to be rather sorry for Mr. Archibald Cravenshe began to cease to be sorry and to thinkhe was unpleasant enough to deserve all that hadhappened to him.And she turned her face toward the streaming