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“
It
is
the
child
no
one
ever
saw
!
”
exclaimed
the
man
,
turning
to
his
companions
.
“
She
has
actually
been
forgotten
!
”
“
Why
was
I
forgotten
?
”
Mary
said
,
stamping
her
foot
.
“
Why
does
nobody
come
?
”
The
young
man
whose
name
was
Barney
looked
at
her
very
sadly
.
Mary
even
thought
she
saw
him
wink
his
eyes
as
if
to
wink
tears
away
“
Poor
little
kid
!
”
he
said
.
“
There
is
nobody
left
to
come
.
”
It
was
in
that
strange
and
sudden
way
that
Mary
found
out
that
she
had
neither
father
nor
mother
left
;
that
they
had
died
and
been
carried
away
in
the
night
,
and
that
the
few
native
servants
who
had
not
died
also
had
left
the
house
as
quickly
as
they
could
get
out
of
it
,
none
of
them
even
remembering
that
there
was
a
Missie
Sahib
.
That
was
why
the
place
was
so
quiet
.
It
was
true
that
there
was
no
one
in
the
bungalow
but
herself
and
the
little
rustling
snake
.
Mary
had
liked
to
look
at
her
mother
from
a
distance
and
she
had
thought
her
very
pretty
,
but
as
she
knew
very
little
of
her
she
could
scarcely
have
been
expected
to
love
her
or
to
miss
her
very
much
when
she
was
gone
.
She
did
not
miss
her
at
all
,
in
fact
,
and
as
she
was
a
self
-
absorbed
child
she
gave
her
entire
thought
to
herself
,
as
she
had
always
done
.
If
she
had
been
older
she
would
no
doubt
have
been
very
anxious
at
being
left
alone
in
the
world
,
but
she
was
very
young
,
and
as
she
had
always
been
taken
care
of
,
she
supposed
she
always
would
be
.
What
she
thought
was
that
she
would
like
to
know
if
she
was
going
to
nice
people
,
who
would
be
polite
to
her
and
give
her
her
own
way
as
her
Ayah
and
the
other
native
servants
had
done
.
She
knew
that
she
was
not
going
to
stay
at
the
English
clergyman
’
s
house
where
she
was
taken
at
first
.
She
did
not
want
to
stay
.
The
English
clergyman
was
poor
and
he
had
five
children
nearly
all
the
same
age
and
they
wore
shabby
clothes
and
were
always
quarreling
and
snatching
toys
from
each
other
.
Mary
hated
their
untidy
bungalow
and
was
so
disagreeable
to
them
that
after
the
first
day
or
two
nobody
would
play
with
her
.
By
the
second
day
they
had
given
her
a
nickname
which
made
her
furious
.
It
was
Basil
who
thought
of
it
first
.
Basil
was
a
little
boy
with
impudent
blue
eyes
and
a
turned
-
up
nose
,
and
Mary
hated
him
.
She
was
playing
by
herself
under
a
tree
,
just
as
she
had
been
playing
the
day
the
cholera
broke
out
.
She
was
making
heaps
of
earth
and
paths
for
a
garden
and
Basil
came
and
stood
near
to
watch
her
.
Presently
he
got
rather
interested
and
suddenly
made
a
suggestion
.
“
Why
don
’
t
you
put
a
heap
of
stones
there
and
pretend
it
is
a
rockery
?
”
he
said
.
“
There
in
the
middle
,
”
and
he
leaned
over
her
to
point
.
“
Go
away
!
”
cried
Mary
.
“
I
don
’
t
want
boys
.
Go
away
!
”
