walked to the other end, looking again, but there
was no door.

"It's very queer," she said. "Ben Weatherstaff
said there was no door and there is no door.
But there must have been one ten years ago, because
Mr. Craven buried the key."

This gave her so much to think of that she began
to be quite interested and feel that she was
not sorry that she had come to Misselthwaite
Manor. In India she had always felt hot and
too languid to care much about anything. The
fact was that the fresh wind from the moor had
begun to blow the cobwebs out of her young brain
and to waken her up a little.

She stayed out of doors nearly all day, and when
she sat down to her supper at night she felt hungry
and drowsy and comfortable. She did not feel
cross when Martha chattered away. She felt as
if she rather liked to hear her, and at last she
thought she would ask her a question. She asked
it after she had finished her supper and had sat
down on the hearth-rug before the fire.

"Why did Mr. Craven hate the garden?" she
said.

She had made Martha stay with her and Martha
had not objected at all. She was very young,
and used to a crowded cottage full of brothers and
sisters, and she found it dull in the great servants'

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