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Martha
laughed
again
.
“
Nay
,
not
me
,
”
she
answered
.
“
If
tha
’
was
different
,
p
’
raps
tha
’
d
want
to
thysel
’
.
But
tha
’
isn
’
t
.
Run
off
outside
an
’
play
with
thy
rope
.
”
Mistress
Mary
felt
a
little
awkward
as
she
went
out
of
the
room
.
Yorkshire
people
seemed
strange
,
and
Martha
was
always
rather
a
puzzle
to
her
.
At
first
she
had
disliked
her
very
much
,
but
now
she
did
not
.
The
skipping
-
rope
was
a
wonderful
thing
.
She
counted
and
skipped
,
and
skipped
and
counted
,
until
her
cheeks
were
quite
red
,
and
she
was
more
interested
than
she
had
ever
been
since
she
was
born
.
The
sun
was
shining
and
a
little
wind
was
blowing
—
not
a
rough
wind
,
but
one
which
came
in
delightful
little
gusts
and
brought
a
fresh
scent
of
newly
turned
earth
with
it
.
She
skipped
round
the
fountain
garden
,
and
up
one
walk
and
down
another
.
She
skipped
at
last
into
the
kitchen
-
garden
and
saw
Ben
Weatherstaff
digging
and
talking
to
his
robin
,
which
was
hopping
about
him
.
She
skipped
down
the
walk
toward
him
and
he
lifted
his
head
and
looked
at
her
with
a
curious
expression
.
She
had
wondered
if
he
would
notice
her
.
She
wanted
him
to
see
her
skip
.
“
Well
!
”
he
exclaimed
.
“
Upon
my
word
.
P
’
raps
tha
’
art
a
young
’
un
,
after
all
,
an
’
p
’
raps
tha
’
s
got
child
’
s
blood
in
thy
veins
instead
of
sour
buttermilk
.
Tha
’
s
skipped
red
into
thy
cheeks
as
sure
as
my
name
’
s
Ben
Weatherstaff
.
I
wouldn
’
t
have
believed
tha
’
could
do
it
.
”
“
I
never
skipped
before
,
”
Mary
said
.
“
I
’
m
just
beginning
.
I
can
only
go
up
to
twenty
.
”
“
Tha
’
keep
on
,
”
said
Ben
.
“
Tha
’
shapes
well
enough
at
it
for
a
young
’
un
that
’
s
lived
with
heathen
.
Just
see
how
he
’
s
watchin
’
thee
,
”
jerking
his
head
toward
the
robin
.
“
He
followed
after
thee
yesterday
.
He
’
ll
be
at
it
again
today
.
He
’
ll
be
bound
to
find
out
what
th
’
skippin
’
-
rope
is
.
He
’
s
never
seen
one
.
Eh
!
”
shaking
his
head
at
the
bird
,
“
tha
’
curiosity
will
be
th
’
death
of
thee
sometime
if
tha
’
doesn
’
t
look
sharp
.
”
Mary
skipped
round
all
the
gardens
and
round
the
orchard
,
resting
every
few
minutes
.
At
length
she
went
to
her
own
special
walk
and
made
up
her
mind
to
try
if
she
could
skip
the
whole
length
of
it
.
It
was
a
good
long
skip
and
she
began
slowly
,
but
before
she
had
gone
half
-
way
down
the
path
she
was
so
hot
and
breathless
that
she
was
obliged
to
stop
.
She
did
not
mind
much
,
because
she
had
already
counted
up
to
thirty
.
She
stopped
with
a
little
laugh
of
pleasure
,
and
there
,
lo
and
behold
,
was
the
robin
swaying
on
a
long
branch
of
ivy
.
He
had
followed
her
and
he
greeted
her
with
a
chirp
.
As
Mary
had
skipped
toward
him
she
felt
something
heavy
in
her
pocket
strike
against
her
at
each
jump
,
and
when
she
saw
the
robin
she
laughed
again
.
“
You
showed
me
where
the
key
was
yesterday
,
”
she
said
.
“
You
ought
to
show
me
the
door
today
;
but
I
don
’
t
believe
you
know
!
”
