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“
Then
why
doesn
’
t
tha
read
somethin
’
,
or
learn
a
bit
o
’
spellin
’
?
Tha
’
st
old
enough
to
be
learnin
’
thy
book
a
good
bit
now
.
”
“
I
haven
’
t
any
books
,
”
said
Mary
.
“
Those
I
had
were
left
in
India
.
”
“
That
’
s
a
pity
,
”
said
Martha
.
“
If
Mrs
.
Medlock
’
d
let
thee
go
into
th
’
library
,
there
’
s
thousands
o
’
books
there
.
”
Mary
did
not
ask
where
the
library
was
,
because
she
was
suddenly
inspired
by
a
new
idea
.
She
made
up
her
mind
to
go
and
find
it
herself
.
She
was
not
troubled
about
Mrs
.
Medlock
.
Mrs
.
Medlock
seemed
always
to
be
in
her
comfortable
housekeeper
’
s
sitting
-
room
downstairs
.
In
this
queer
place
one
scarcely
ever
saw
anyone
at
all
.
In
fact
,
there
was
no
one
to
see
but
the
servants
,
and
when
their
master
was
away
they
lived
a
luxurious
life
below
stairs
,
where
there
was
a
huge
kitchen
hung
about
with
shining
brass
and
pewter
,
and
a
large
servants
’
hall
where
there
were
four
or
five
abundant
meals
eaten
every
day
,
and
where
a
great
deal
of
lively
romping
went
on
when
Mrs
.
Medlock
was
out
of
the
way
.
Mary
’
s
meals
were
served
regularly
,
and
Martha
waited
on
her
,
but
no
one
troubled
themselves
about
her
in
the
least
.
Mrs
.
Medlock
came
and
looked
at
her
every
day
or
two
,
but
no
one
inquired
what
she
did
or
told
her
what
to
do
.
She
supposed
that
perhaps
this
was
the
English
way
of
treating
children
.
In
India
she
had
always
been
attended
by
her
Ayah
,
who
had
followed
her
about
and
waited
on
her
,
hand
and
foot
.
She
had
often
been
tired
of
her
company
.
Now
she
was
followed
by
nobody
and
was
learning
to
dress
herself
because
Martha
looked
as
though
she
thought
she
was
silly
and
stupid
when
she
wanted
to
have
things
handed
to
her
and
put
on
.
“
Hasn
’
t
tha
’
got
good
sense
?
”
she
said
once
,
when
Mary
had
stood
waiting
for
her
to
put
on
her
gloves
for
her
.
“
Our
Susan
Ann
is
twice
as
sharp
as
thee
an
’
she
’
s
only
four
year
’
old
.
Sometimes
tha
’
looks
fair
soft
in
th
’
head
.
”
Mary
had
worn
her
contrary
scowl
for
an
hour
after
that
,
but
it
made
her
think
several
entirely
new
things
.
She
stood
at
the
window
for
about
ten
minutes
this
morning
after
Martha
had
swept
up
the
hearth
for
the
last
time
and
gone
downstairs
.
She
was
thinking
over
the
new
idea
which
had
come
to
her
when
she
heard
of
the
library
.
She
did
not
care
very
much
about
the
library
itself
,
because
she
had
read
very
few
books
;
but
to
hear
of
it
brought
back
to
her
mind
the
hundred
rooms
with
closed
doors
.
She
wondered
if
they
were
all
really
locked
and
what
she
would
find
if
she
could
get
into
any
of
them
.
Were
there
a
hundred
really
?
Why
shouldn
’
t
she
go
and
see
how
many
doors
she
could
count
?
It
would
be
something
to
do
on
this
morning
when
she
could
not
go
out
.
She
had
never
been
taught
to
ask
permission
to
do
things
,
and
she
knew
nothing
at
all
about
authority
,
so
she
would
not
have
thought
it
necessary
to
ask
Mrs
.
Medlock
if
she
might
walk
about
the
house
,
even
if
she
had
seen
her
.
