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1LittleMissMary

　　NobodyseemedtocareaboutMary．ShewasborninIndia，whereherfatherwasaBritishofficial．Hewasbusywithhiswork，andhermother，whowasverybeautiful，spentallhertimegoingtoparties．SoanIndianwoman，Kamala，waspaidtotakecareofthelittlegirl．Marywasnotaprettychild．Shehadathinangryfaceandthinyellowhair．ShewasalwaysgivingorderstoKamala，whohadtoobey．Maryneverthoughtofotherpeople，butonlyofherself．Infact，shewasaveryselfish，disagreeable，bad-temperedlittlegirl．

　　Oneveryhotmorning，whenshewasaboutnineyearsold，shewokeupandsawthatinsteadofKamalatherewasadifferentIndianservantbyherbed．

　　‘Whatareyoudoinghere？

’sheaskedcrossly．‘Goaway！

AndsendKamalatomeatonce！

’

　　Thewomanlookedafraid．‘I'

msorry，MissMary，she—she—shecan'

tcome！

　　Somethingstrangewashappeningthatday．Someofthehouseservantsweremissingandeverybodylookedfrightened．ButnobodytoldMaryanything，andKamalastilldidnotcome．SoatlastMarywentoutintothegarden，andplayedbyherselfunderatree．Shepretendedshewasmakingherownflowergarden，andpickedlargeredflowerstopushintotheground．Allthetimeshewassayingcrosslytoherself，

　　‘IhateKamala！

I'

llhitherwhenshecomesback！

　　Justthenshesawhermothercomingintothegarden，withayoungEnglishman．Theydidnotnoticethechild，wholistenedtotheirconversation．

　　‘It'

sverybad，isit？

’hermotheraskedtheyoungmaninaworriedvoice．

　　‘Verybad，’heansweredseriously．‘Peoplearedyinglikeflies．It'

sdangeroustostayinthistown．Youshouldgotothehills，wherethere'

snodisease．’

　　‘Oh，Iknow！

’shecried．‘Wemustleavesoon！

　　Suddenlytheyheardloudcriescomingfromtheservants’rooms，atthesideofthehouse．

　　‘What'

shappened？

’criedMary'

smotherwildly．

　　‘Ithinkoneofyourservantshasjustdied．Youdidn'

ttellmethediseaseishere，inyourhouse！

　　‘Ididn'

tknow！

’shescreamed．‘Quick，comewithme！

’Andtogethertheyranintothehouse．

　　NowMaryunderstoodwhatwaswrong．Theterriblediseasehadalreadykilledmanypeopleinthetown，andinallthehousespeopleweredying．InMary'

shouseitwasKamalawhohadjustdied．Laterthatdaythreemoreservantsdiedthere．

　　Allthroughthenightandthenextdaypeopleraninandoutofthehouse，shoutingandcrying．NobodythoughtofMary．Shehidinherbedroom，frightenedbythestrangeandterriblesoundsthatsheheardaroundher．Sometimesshecriedandsometimessheslept．

　　Whenshewokethenextday，thehousewassilent．

　　‘Perhapsthediseasehasgone，’shethought，‘andeverybodyiswellagain．IwonderwhowilltakecareofmeinsteadofKamala？

Whydoesn'

tsomeonebringmesomefood？

It'

sstrangethehouseissoquiet．’

　　Butjustthensheheardmen'

svoicesinthehall．

　　‘Howsad！

’saidone．‘Thatbeautifulwoman！

　　‘Therewasachildtoo，wasn'

tthere？

’saidtheother．‘Althoughnoneofuseversawher．’

　　Marywasstandinginthemiddleofherroomwhentheyopenedthedoorafewminuteslater．Thetwomenjumpedbackinsurprise．

　　‘MynameisMaryLennox，’shesaidcrossly．‘Iwasasleepwheneveryonewasill，andnowI'

mhungry．’

sthechild，theonenobodyeversaw！

’saidtheoldermantotheother．‘They'

veallforgottenher！

　　‘WhywasIforgotten？

’askedMaryangrily．‘Whyhasnobodycometotakecareofme？

　　Theyoungermanlookedatherverysadly．‘Poorchild！

’hesaid．‘Yousee，there'

snobodyleftaliveinthehouse．Sonobodycancome．’

　　InthisstrangeandsuddenwayMarylearntthatbothhermotherandherfatherhaddied．Thefewservantswhohadnotdiedhadrunawayinthenight．NoonehadrememberedlittleMissMary．Shewasallalone．

　　Becauseshehadneverknownherparentswell，shedidnotmissthematall．Sheonlythoughtofherself，asshehadalwaysdone．

　　‘WherewillIlive？

’shewondered．‘IhopeI'

llstaywithpeoplewho'

llletmedowhatIwant．’

　　AtfirstshewastakentoanEnglishfamilywhohadknownherparents．Shehatedtheiruntidyhouseandnoisychildren，andpreferredplayingbyherselfinthegarden．Onedayshewasplayingherfavouritegame，pretendingtomakeagarden，whenoneofthechildren，Basil，offeredtohelp．

　　‘Goaway！

’criedMary．‘Idon'

twantyourhelp！

　　ForamomentBasillookedangry，andthenhebegantolaughHedancedroundandroundMary，andsangafunnylittlesongaboutMissMaryandherstupidflowers．ThismadeMaryverycrossindeed．Noonehadeverlaughedathersounkindly．

　　‘You'

regoinghomesoon，’saidBasil．‘Andwe'

reallverypleasedyou'

releaving！

　　‘I'

mpleasedtoo，’repliedMary．‘Butwhere'

shome？

restupidifyoudon'

tknowthat！

’laughedBasil．England，ofcourse！

You'

regoingtolivewithyouruncle，MrArchibaldGraven．’

veneverheardofhim，’saidMarycoldly．

　　‘ButIknowabouthimbecauseIheardFatherandMothertalking，’saidBasil．‘Helivesinabiglonelyoldhouse，andhasnofriends，becausehe'

ssobadtempered．He'

sgotacrookedback，andhe'

shorrid！

　　‘Idon'

tbelieveyou！

’criedMary．ButthenextdayBasil'

sparentsexplainedthatshewasgoingtolivewithheruncleinYorkshire，inthenorthofEngland．Marylookedboredandcrossandsaidnothing．

　　Afterthelongseajourney，shewasmetinLondonbyMrCraven'

shousekeeper，MrsMedlock．Togethertheytravellednorthbytrain．MrsMedlockwasalargewoman，withaveryredfaceandbrightblackeyes．Marydidnotlikeher，butthatwasnotsurprising，becauseshedidnotusuallylikepeople．MrsMedlockdidnotlikeMaryeither．

　　‘Whatadisagreeablechild！

’thoughtthehousekeeper．‘ButperhapsIshouldtalktoher．’

　　‘Icantellyouabitaboutyouruncleifyoulike，’shesaidaloud．‘Helivesinabigoldhouse，alongwayfromanywhere．Therearenearlyahundredrooms，butmostofthemareshutandlocked．There'

sabigparkroundthehouse，andallkindsofgardens．Well，whatdoyouthinkofthat？

　　‘Nothing，’repliedMary．‘Itdoesn'

tmattertome．’

　　MrsMedlocklaughed．‘You'

reahardlittlegirl！

Well，ifyoudon'

tcare，MrCravendoesn'

teither．Heneverspendstimeonanyone．He'

sgotacrookedback，yousee，andalthoughhe'

salwaysbeenrich，hewasneverreallyhappyuntilhemarried．’

　　‘Married？

’repeatedMaryinsurprise．

　　‘Yes，hemarriedasweet，prettygirl，andhelovedherdeeply．Sowhenshedied—’

　　‘Oh！

Didshedie？

’askedMary，interested．

　　‘Yes，shedid．Andnowhedoesn'

tcareaboutanybody．Ifhe'

sathome，hestaysinhisroomandseesnobody．Hewon'

twanttoseeyou，soyoumuststayoutofhiswayanddowhatyou'

retold．’

　　Marystaredoutofthetrainwindowatthegreyskyandtherain．Shewasnotlookingforwardtolifeatheruncle'

shouse．

　　Thetrainjourneylastedallday，anditwasdarkwhentheyarrivedatthestation．Thentherewasalongdrivetogettothehouse．Itwasacold，windynight，anditwasrainingheavily．AfterawhileMarybegantohearastrange，wildnoise．Shelookedoutofthewindow，butcouldseenothingexceptthedarkness．

sthatnoise？

’sheaskedMrsMedlock．‘It'

s—It'

snotthesea，isit？

　　‘No，that'

sthemoor．It'

sthesoundthewindmakes，blowingacrossthemoor．’

　　‘Whatisamoor？

sjustmilesandmilesofwildland，withnotreesorhouses．Youruncle'

shouseisrightontheedgeofthemoor．’

　　Marylistenedtothestrange，frighteningsound．‘Idon'

tlikeit，’shethought．‘Idon'

tlikeit．’Shelookedmoredisagreeablethanever．

2MaryinYorkshire

　　Theyarrivedataverylargeoldhouse．Itlookeddarkandunfriendlyfromtheoutside．Inside，Marylookedaroundthebigshadowyhall，andfeltverysmallandlost．Theywentstraightupstairs．Marywasshowntoaroomwheretherewasawarmfireandfoodonthetable．

　　‘Thisisyourroom，’saidMrsMedlock．‘Gotobedwhenyou'

vehadsomesupper．Andremember，youmuststayinyourroom！

MrCravendoesn'

twantyoutowanderalloverthehouse！

　　WhenMarywokeupthenextmorning，shesawayoungservantgirlcleaningthefireplace．Theroomseemeddarkandratherstrange，withpicturesofdogsandhorsesandladiesonthewalls．Itwasnotachild'

sroomatall．Fromthewindowshecouldnotseeanytreesorhouses，onlywildland，whichlookedlikeakindofpurplesea．

　　‘Whoareyou？

’sheaskedtheservantcoldly．

　　‘Martha，miss，’answeredthegirlwithasmile．

　　‘Andwhat'

sthatoutside？

’Marycontinued．

　　‘That'

sthemoor，’smiledMartha．‘Doyoulikeit？

　　‘No，’repliedMaryimmediately．‘Ihateit．’

sbecauseyoudon'

tknowit．Youwilllikeit．Iloveit．It'

slovelyinspringandsummerwhenthereareflowers．Italwayssmellssosweet．Theair'

ssofresh，andthebirdssingsobeautifully．Ineverwanttoleavethemoor．’

　　Marywasfeelingverybadtempered．‘You'

reastrangeservant，’shesaid．‘InIndiawedon'

thaveconversationswithservants．Wegiveorders，andtheyobey，andthat'

sthat．’

　　MarthadidnotseemtomindMary'

scrossness．

　　‘IknowItalktoomuch！

’shelaughed．

　　‘Areyougoingtobemyservant？

’askedMary．

　　‘Well，notreally．IworkforMrsMedlock．I'

mgoingtocleanyourroomandbringyouyourfood，butyouwon'

tneedaservantexceptforthosethings．’

　　‘Butwho'

sgoingtodressme？

　　Marthastoppedcleaning，andstaredatMary．

　　‘Tha’canna'

dressthysen？

’sheasked，shocked．

　　‘Whatdoyoumean？

Idon'

tunderstandyourlanguage！

　　‘Oh，Iforgot．WeallspeaktheYorkshiredialecthere，butofcourseyoudon'

tunderstandthat．Imeanttosay，can'

tyouputonyourown