The secret garden

1THE CRY IN THE CORRIDOR 61hall down-stairs where the footman and upperhousemaidsmade fun of her Yorkshire speechand looked upon her as a common little thing, andsat and whispered among themselves. Marthaliked to talk, and the strange child who had livedin India, and been waited upon by " blacks," wasnovelty enough to attract her.She sat down on the hearth herself without waitingto be asked."Art tha' thinkin' about that garden yet? "u I knew tha' would. That was justshe said.with me when I first heard " about it-'Why did he hate it? " Mary persisted.Martha tucked her feet under her and madethe wayherself quite comfortable." Listen to th' wind wutherin' round the house,"she said.You could bare stand up on the moorif you was out on itto-night."Mary did not know what " wutherin' meantuntil she listened, and then she understood. Itmust mean that hollow shuddering sort of roarwhich rushed round and round the house as if thegiant no one could see were buffeting itand beatingat the walls and windows to try to break in.But one knew he could not get in, and somehow itmade one feel very safe and warm inside a roomwith a red coal fire." But why did he hate it so? '' she asked, after