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She
put
the
key
in
her
pocket
and
walked
up
and
down
her
walk
.
No
one
but
herself
ever
seemed
to
come
there
,
so
she
could
walk
slowly
and
look
at
the
wall
,
or
,
rather
,
at
the
ivy
growing
on
it
.
The
ivy
was
the
baffling
thing
.
Howsoever
carefully
she
looked
she
could
see
nothing
but
thickly
growing
,
glossy
,
dark
green
leaves
.
She
was
very
much
disappointed
.
Something
of
her
contrariness
came
back
to
her
as
she
paced
the
walk
and
looked
over
it
at
the
tree
-
tops
inside
.
It
seemed
so
silly
,
she
said
to
herself
,
to
be
near
it
and
not
be
able
to
get
in
.
She
took
the
key
in
her
pocket
when
she
went
back
to
the
house
,
and
she
made
up
her
mind
that
she
would
always
carry
it
with
her
when
she
went
out
,
so
that
if
she
ever
should
find
the
hidden
door
she
would
be
ready
.
Mrs
.
Medlock
had
allowed
Martha
to
sleep
all
night
at
the
cottage
,
but
she
was
back
at
her
work
in
the
morning
with
cheeks
redder
than
ever
and
in
the
best
of
spirits
.
“
I
got
up
at
four
o
’
clock
,
”
she
said
.
“
Eh
!
it
was
pretty
on
th
’
moor
with
th
’
birds
gettin
’
up
an
’
th
’
rabbits
scamperin
’
about
an
’
th
’
sun
risin
’
.
I
didn
’
t
walk
all
th
’
way
.
A
man
gave
me
a
ride
in
his
cart
an
’
I
did
enjoy
myself
.
”
She
was
full
of
stories
of
the
delights
of
her
day
out
.
Her
mother
had
been
glad
to
see
her
and
they
had
got
the
baking
and
washing
all
out
of
the
way
.
She
had
even
made
each
of
the
children
a
doughcake
with
a
bit
of
brown
sugar
in
it
.
“
I
had
’
em
all
pipin
’
hot
when
they
came
in
from
playin
’
on
th
’
moor
.
An
’
th
’
cottage
all
smelt
o
’
nice
,
clean
hot
bakin
’
an
’
there
was
a
good
fire
,
an
’
they
just
shouted
for
joy
.
Our
Dickon
he
said
our
cottage
was
good
enough
for
a
king
to
live
in
.
”
In
the
evening
they
had
all
sat
round
the
fire
,
and
Martha
and
her
mother
had
sewed
patches
on
torn
clothes
and
mended
stockings
and
Martha
had
told
them
about
the
little
girl
who
had
come
from
India
and
who
had
been
waited
on
all
her
life
by
what
Martha
called
“
blacks
”
until
she
didn
’
t
know
how
to
put
on
her
own
stockings
.
“
Eh
!
they
did
like
to
hear
about
you
,
”
said
Martha
.
“
They
wanted
to
know
all
about
th
’
blacks
an
’
about
th
’
ship
you
came
in
.
I
couldn
’
t
tell
’
em
enough
.
”
Mary
reflected
a
little
.
“
I
’
ll
tell
you
a
great
deal
more
before
your
next
day
out
,
”
she
said
,
“
so
that
you
will
have
more
to
talk
about
.
I
dare
say
they
would
like
to
hear
about
riding
on
elephants
and
camels
,
and
about
the
officers
going
to
hunt
tigers
.
”
