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“
Canna
’
tha
’
dress
thysen
!
”
she
said
.
“
What
do
you
mean
?
I
don
’
t
understand
your
language
,
”
said
Mary
.
“
Eh
!
I
forgot
,
”
Martha
said
.
“
Mrs
.
Medlock
told
me
I
’
d
have
to
be
careful
or
you
wouldn
’
t
know
what
I
was
sayin
’
.
I
mean
can
’
t
you
put
on
your
own
clothes
?
”
“
No
,
”
answered
Mary
,
quite
indignantly
.
“
I
never
did
in
my
life
.
My
Ayah
dressed
me
,
of
course
.
”
“
Well
,
”
said
Martha
,
evidently
not
in
the
least
aware
that
she
was
impudent
,
“
it
’
s
time
tha
’
should
learn
.
Tha
’
cannot
begin
younger
.
It
’
ll
do
thee
good
to
wait
on
thysen
a
bit
.
My
mother
always
said
she
couldn
’
t
see
why
grand
people
’
s
children
didn
’
t
turn
out
fair
fools
—
what
with
nurses
an
’
bein
’
washed
an
’
dressed
an
’
took
out
to
walk
as
if
they
was
puppies
!
”
“
It
is
different
in
India
,
”
said
Mistress
Mary
disdainfully
.
She
could
scarcely
stand
this
.
But
Martha
was
not
at
all
crushed
.
“
Eh
!
I
can
see
it
’
s
different
,
”
she
answered
almost
sympathetically
.
“
I
dare
say
it
’
s
because
there
’
s
such
a
lot
o
’
blacks
there
instead
o
’
respectable
white
people
.
When
I
heard
you
was
comin
’
from
India
I
thought
you
was
a
black
too
.
”
Mary
sat
up
in
bed
furious
.
“
What
!
”
she
said
.
“
What
!
You
thought
I
was
a
native
.
You
—
you
daughter
of
a
pig
!
”
