along back to your own nursery or I ll box your ears.
And she took her by the arm and half pushed, half pulled her up one
passage and down another until she pushed her in at the door of her own
room.
Now, she said, you stay where you re told to stay or you ll find
yourself locked up. The master had better get you a governess, same as
he said he would. You re one that needs someone to look sharp after
you. I ve got enough to do.
She went out of the room and slammed the door after her, and Mary went
and sat on the hearth-rug, pale with rage. She did not cry, but ground
her teeth.
There _was_ someone crying there _was_ there _was!_ she said to
herself.
She had heard it twice now, and sometime she would find out. She had
found out a great deal this morning. She felt as if she had been on a
long journey, and at any rate she had had something to amuse her all
the time, and she had played with the ivory elephants and had seen the
gray mouse and its babies in their nest in the velvet cushion.
CHAPTER VII.
THE KEY TO THE GARDEN
Two days after this, when Mary opened her eyes she sat upright in bed
immediately, and called to Martha.
Look at the moor! Look at the moor!
The rainstorm had ended and the gray mist and clouds had been swept
away in the night by the wind. The wind itself had ceased and a
brilliant, deep blue sky arched high over the moorland. Never, never
had Mary dreamed of a sky so blue. In India skies were hot and blazing;
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