Mr. Craven had said in his short, cold way.
"Captain Lennox was my wife's brother and I
am their daughter's guardian. The child is to
be brought here. You must go to London and
bring her yourself."

So she packed her small trunk and made the
journey.

Mary sat in her corner of the railway carriage
and looked plain and fretful. She had nothing to
read or to look at, and she had folded her thin little
black-gloved hands in her lap. Her black dress
made her look yellower than ever, and her limp
light hair straggled from under her black crepe
hat.

"A more marred-looking young one I never
saw in my life," Mrs. Medlock thought.
(Marred is a Yorkshire word and means spoiled
and pettish.) She had never seen a child who sat
so still without doing anything; and at last she got
tired of watching her and began to talk in a brisk,
hard voice.

"I suppose I may as well tell you something
about where you are going to," she said. "Do
you know anything about your uncle?"

"No," said Mary.

"Never heard your father and mother talk
about him?"

"No," said Mary frowning. She frowned because

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