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She
did
wonder
if
she
should
say
goodbye
to
Martha
.
But
she
did
not
like
the
idea
of
Martha
not
knowing
her
.
It
was
best
just
to
go
.
Sophie
decided
she
would
write
to
both
her
sisters
when
she
got
wherever
she
was
going
,
and
shuffled
on
,
though
the
field
where
the
Fair
had
been
,
over
the
bridge
,
and
on
into
the
country
lanes
beyond
.
It
was
a
warm
spring
day
.
Sophie
discovered
that
being
a
crone
did
not
stop
her
from
enjoying
the
sight
and
smell
of
May
in
the
hedgerows
,
though
her
sight
was
a
little
blurred
.
Her
back
began
to
ache
.
She
hobbled
sturdily
enough
,
but
she
needed
a
stick
.
She
searched
the
hedges
as
she
went
for
a
loose
stake
of
some
kind
.
Evidently
,
her
eyes
were
not
as
good
as
they
had
been
.
She
thought
she
saw
a
stick
,
a
mile
or
so
on
,
but
when
she
hauled
on
it
,
it
proved
to
be
the
bottom
end
of
an
old
scarecrow
someone
had
thrown
into
the
hedge
.
Sophie
heaved
the
thing
upright
.
It
had
a
withered
turnip
for
a
face
.
Sophie
found
she
had
some
fellow
feeling
for
it
.
Instead
of
pulling
it
to
pieces
and
taking
the
stick
,
she
stuck
it
between
two
branches
of
the
hedge
,
so
that
it
stood
looming
rakishly
above
the
may
,
with
the
tattered
sleeves
on
its
stick
arms
fluttering
over
the
hedge
.
“
There
,
”
she
said
,
and
her
crackled
old
voice
surprised
her
into
giving
a
cracked
old
cackle
of
laughter
.
“
Neither
of
us
are
up
to
much
,
are
we
,
my
friend
?
Maybe
you
’
ll
get
back
to
your
field
if
I
leave
you
where
people
can
see
you
.
”
She
set
off
up
the
lane
again
,
but
a
thought
struck
her
and
she
turned
back
.
“
Now
if
I
wasn
’
t
doomed
to
failure
because
of
my
position
in
the
family
,
”
she
told
the
scarecrow
,
“
you
could
come
to
life
and
offer
me
help
in
making
my
fortune
.
But
I
wish
you
luck
anyway
.
”
She
cackled
again
as
she
walked
on
.
Perhaps
she
was
a
little
mad
,
but
old
women
often
were
.
She
found
a
stick
an
hour
or
so
later
when
she
sat
down
on
the
bank
to
rest
and
eat
her
bread
and
cheese
.
There
were
noises
in
the
hedge
behind
her
:
little
strangled
squeakings
,
followed
by
heavings
that
shook
may
petals
off
the
hedge
.
Sophie
crawled
on
her
bony
knees
to
peer
past
leaves
and
flowers
and
thorns
into
the
inside
of
the
hedge
,
and
discovered
a
thin
gray
dog
in
there
.
It
was
hopelessly
trapped
by
a
stout
stick
which
had
somehow
got
twisted
into
a
rope
that
was
tied
around
its
neck
.
The
stick
had
wedged
itself
between
two
branches
on
the
hedge
so
that
the
dog
could
barely
move
.
It
rolled
its
eyes
wildly
at
Sophie
’
s
peering
face
.
As
a
girl
,
Sophie
was
scared
of
all
dogs
.
Even
as
an
old
woman
,
she
was
quite
alarmed
by
the
two
rows
of
white
fangs
in
the
creature
’
s
open
jaws
.
But
she
said
to
herself
,
“
The
way
I
am
now
,
it
’
s
scarcely
worth
worrying
about
,
”
and
felt
in
her
sewing
pocket
for
her
scissors
.
She
reached
into
the
hedge
with
the
scissors
and
sawed
away
at
the
rope
around
the
dog
’
s
neck
.
The
dog
was
very
wild
.
It
flinched
away
from
her
and
growled
.
But
Sophie
sawed
bravely
on
.
“
You
’
ll
starve
or
throttle
to
death
,
my
friend
,
”
she
told
the
dog
in
her
cracked
old
voice
,
“
unless
you
let
me
cut
you
loose
.
In
fact
,
I
think
someone
has
tried
to
throttle
you
already
.
Maybe
that
accounts
for
your
wildness
.
”
The
rope
had
been
tied
quite
tightly
around
the
dog
’
s
neck
and
the
stick
had
been
twisted
viciously
into
it
.
It
took
a
lot
of
sawing
before
the
rope
parted
and
the
dog
was
able
to
drag
itself
out
from
under
the
stick
.
“
Would
you
like
some
bread
and
cheese
?
”
Sophie
asked
it
then
.
But
the
dog
growled
at
her
,
forced
its
way
out
through
the
opposite
side
of
the
hedge
,
and
slunk
away
.
“
There
’
s
gratitude
for
you
!
”
Sophie
said
,
rubbing
her
prickled
arms
.
“
But
you
left
me
a
gift
in
spite
of
yourself
.
”
She
pulled
the
stick
that
had
trapped
the
dog
out
of
the
hedge
and
found
it
was
a
proper
walking
stick
,
well
trimmed
and
tipped
with
iron
.
Sophie
finished
her
bread
and
cheese
and
set
off
walking
again
.
The
lane
became
steeper
and
steeper
and
she
found
the
stick
a
great
help
.
It
was
also
something
to
talk
to
.
Sophie
thumped
along
with
a
will
,
chatting
to
her
stick
.
After
all
,
old
people
often
talk
to
themselves
.
