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The Secret Garden

6. "There Was Some One Crying--There Was!"
The next day the rain poured down in torrents again, and when Mary looked out of her
window the moor was almost hidden by gray mist and cloud. There could be no going out
today.
"What do you do in your cottage when it rains like this?" she asked Martha.
"Try to keep from under each other's feet mostly," Martha answered. "Eh! there does
seem a lot of us then. Mother's a good-tempered woman but she gets fair moithered. The
biggest ones goes out in th' cow-shed and plays there. Dickon he doesn't mind th' wet. He
goes out just th' same as if th' sun was shinin'. He says he sees things on rainy days as
doesn't show when it's fair weather. He once found a little fox cub half drowned in its
hole and he brought it home in th' bosom of his shirt to keep it warm. Its mother had been
killed nearby an' th' hole was swum out an' th' rest o' th' litter was dead. He's got it at
home now. He found a half-drowned young crow another time an' he brought it home,
too, an' tamed it. It's named Soot because it's so black, an' it hops an' flies about with him
everywhere."
The time had come when Mary had forgotten to resent Martha's familiar talk. She had
even begun to find it interesting and to be sorry when she stopped or went away. The
stories she had been told by her Ayah when she lived in India had been quite unlike those
Martha had to tell about the moorland cottage which held fourteen people who lived in
four little rooms and never had quite enough to eat. The children seemed to tumble about
and amuse themselves like a litter of rough, good-natured collie puppies. Mary was most
attracted by the mother and Dickon. When Martha told stories of what "mother" said or
did they always sounded comfortable.
"If I had a raven or a fox cub I could play with it," said Mary. "But I have nothing."
Martha looked perplexed.
"Can tha' knit?" she asked.
"No," answered Mary.
"Can tha'sew?"
"No."
"Can tha' read?"
"Yes."
"Then why doesn't tha, read somethin', or learn a bit o' spellin'? Tha'st old enough to be
learnin' thy book a good bit now."
 
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