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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
’
hall
downstairs
where
the
footman
and
upper
-
housemaids
made
fun
of
her
Yorkshire
speech
and
looked
upon
her
as
a
common
little
thing
,
and
sat
and
whispered
among
themselves
.
Martha
liked
to
talk
,
and
the
strange
child
who
had
lived
in
India
,
and
been
waited
upon
by
“
blacks
,
”
was
novelty
enough
to
attract
her
.
She
sat
down
on
the
hearth
herself
without
waiting
to
be
asked
.
“
Art
tha
’
thinkin
’
about
that
garden
yet
?
”
she
said
.
“
I
knew
tha
’
would
.
That
was
just
the
way
with
me
when
I
first
heard
about
it
.
”
“
Why
did
he
hate
it
?
”
Mary
persisted
.
Martha
tucked
her
feet
under
her
and
made
herself
quite
comfortable
.
“
Listen
to
th
’
wind
wutherin
’
round
the
house
,
”
she
said
.
“
You
could
bare
stand
up
on
the
moor
if
you
was
out
on
it
tonight
.
”
Mary
did
not
know
what
“
wutherin
’
”
meant
until
she
listened
,
and
then
she
understood
.
It
must
mean
that
hollow
shuddering
sort
of
roar
which
rushed
round
and
round
the
house
as
if
the
giant
no
one
could
see
were
buffeting
it
and
beating
at
the
walls
and
windows
to
try
to
break
in
.
But
one
knew
he
could
not
get
in
,
and
somehow
it
made
one
feel
very
safe
and
warm
inside
a
room
with
a
red
coal
fire
.
