She quite hated Mrs. Medlock at the moment,
but she hated her more the next.

"You didn't hear anything of the sort," said the
housekeeper. "You come along back to your own
nursery or I'll box your ears."

And she took her by the arm and half pushed,
half pulled her up one passage and down another
until she pushed her in at the door of her own
room.

"Now," she said, "you stay where you're told
to stay or you'll find yourself locked up. The
master had better get you a governess, same as
he said he would. You're one that needs some
one to look sharp after you. I've got enough
to do."

She went out of the room and slammed the door
after her, and Mary went and sat on the hearth-rug,
pale with rage. She did not cry, but ground
her teeth.

"There _was_ some one crying -- there _was_ --
there _was!"_ she said to herself.

She had heard it twice now, and sometime she
would find out. She had found out a great deal
this morning. She felt as if she had been on a
long journey, and at any rate she had had something
to amuse her all the time, and she had
played with the ivory elephants and had seen the
gray mouse and its babies in their nest in the velvet
cushion.

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