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The
time
had
come
when
Mary
had
forgotten
to
resent
Martha
’
s
familiar
talk
.
She
had
even
begun
to
find
it
interesting
and
to
be
sorry
when
she
stopped
or
went
away
.
The
stories
she
had
been
told
by
her
Ayah
when
she
lived
in
India
had
been
quite
unlike
those
Martha
had
to
tell
about
the
moorland
cottage
which
held
fourteen
people
who
lived
in
four
little
rooms
and
never
had
quite
enough
to
eat
.
The
children
seemed
to
tumble
about
and
amuse
themselves
like
a
litter
of
rough
,
good
-
natured
collie
puppies
.
Mary
was
most
attracted
by
the
mother
and
Dickon
.
When
Martha
told
stories
of
what
“
mother
”
said
or
did
they
always
sounded
comfortable
.
“
If
I
had
a
raven
or
a
fox
cub
I
could
play
with
it
,
”
said
Mary
.
“
But
I
have
nothing
.
”
Martha
looked
perplexed
.
“
Can
tha
’
knit
?
”
she
asked
.
“
No
,
”
answered
Mary
.
“
Can
tha
’
sew
?
”
“
No
.
”
“
Can
tha
’
read
?
”
“
Yes
.
”
