Chapter VI

"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 to-day.

"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

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