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“
Perhaps
she
will
improve
as
she
grows
older
,
”
the
officer
’
s
wife
said
good
-
naturedly
.
“
If
she
were
not
so
sallow
and
had
a
nicer
expression
,
her
features
are
rather
good
.
Children
alter
so
much
.
”
“
She
’
ll
have
to
alter
a
good
deal
,
”
answered
Mrs
.
Medlock
.
“
And
,
there
’
s
nothing
likely
to
improve
children
at
Misselthwaite
—
if
you
ask
me
!
”
They
thought
Mary
was
not
listening
because
she
was
standing
a
little
apart
from
them
at
the
window
of
the
private
hotel
they
had
gone
to
.
She
was
watching
the
passing
buses
and
cabs
and
people
,
but
she
heard
quite
well
and
was
made
very
curious
about
her
uncle
and
the
place
he
lived
in
.
What
sort
of
a
place
was
it
,
and
what
would
he
be
like
?
What
was
a
hunchback
?
She
had
never
seen
one
.
Perhaps
there
were
none
in
India
.
Since
she
had
been
living
in
other
people
’
s
houses
and
had
had
no
Ayah
,
she
had
begun
to
feel
lonely
and
to
think
queer
thoughts
which
were
new
to
her
.
She
had
begun
to
wonder
why
she
had
never
seemed
to
belong
to
anyone
even
when
her
father
and
mother
had
been
alive
.
Other
children
seemed
to
belong
to
their
fathers
and
mothers
,
but
she
had
never
seemed
to
really
be
anyone
’
s
little
girl
.
She
had
had
servants
,
and
food
and
clothes
,
but
no
one
had
taken
any
notice
of
her
.
She
did
not
know
that
this
was
because
she
was
a
disagreeable
child
;
but
then
,
of
course
,
she
did
not
know
she
was
disagreeable
.
She
often
thought
that
other
people
were
,
but
she
did
not
know
that
she
was
so
herself
.
She
thought
Mrs
.
Medlock
the
most
disagreeable
person
she
had
ever
seen
,
with
her
common
,
highly
colored
face
and
her
common
fine
bonnet
.
When
the
next
day
they
set
out
on
their
journey
to
Yorkshire
,
she
walked
through
the
station
to
the
railway
carriage
with
her
head
up
and
trying
to
keep
as
far
away
from
her
as
she
could
,
because
she
did
not
want
to
seem
to
belong
to
her
.
It
would
have
made
her
angry
to
think
people
imagined
she
was
her
little
girl
.
But
Mrs
.
Medlock
was
not
in
the
least
disturbed
by
her
and
her
thoughts
.
She
was
the
kind
of
woman
who
would
“
stand
no
nonsense
from
young
ones
.
”
At
least
,
that
is
what
she
would
have
said
if
she
had
been
asked
.
She
had
not
wanted
to
go
to
London
just
when
her
sister
Maria
’
s
daughter
was
going
to
be
married
,
but
she
had
a
comfortable
,
well
paid
place
as
housekeeper
at
Misselthwaite
Manor
and
the
only
way
in
which
she
could
keep
it
was
to
do
at
once
what
Mr
.
Archibald
Craven
told
her
to
do
.
She
never
dared
even
to
ask
a
question
.
“
Captain
Lennox
and
his
wife
died
of
the
cholera
,
”
Mr
.
Craven
had
said
in
his
short
,
cold
way
.
“
Captain
Lennox
was
my
wife
’
s
brother
and
I
am
their
daughter
’
s
guardian
.
The
child
is
to
be
brought
here
.
You
must
go
to
London
and
bring
her
yourself
.
”
So
she
packed
her
small
trunk
and
made
the
journey
.
