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Mary
sat
in
her
corner
of
the
railway
carriage
and
looked
plain
and
fretful
.
She
had
nothing
to
read
or
to
look
at
,
and
she
had
folded
her
thin
little
black
-
gloved
hands
in
her
lap
.
Her
black
dress
made
her
look
yellower
than
ever
,
and
her
limp
light
hair
straggled
from
under
her
black
crêpe
hat
.
“
A
more
marred
-
looking
young
one
I
never
saw
in
my
life
,
”
Mrs
.
Medlock
thought
.
(
Marred
is
a
Yorkshire
word
and
means
spoiled
and
pettish
.
)
She
had
never
seen
a
child
who
sat
so
still
without
doing
anything
;
and
at
last
she
got
tired
of
watching
her
and
began
to
talk
in
a
brisk
,
hard
voice
.
“
I
suppose
I
may
as
well
tell
you
something
about
where
you
are
going
to
,
”
she
said
.
“
Do
you
know
anything
about
your
uncle
?
”
“
No
,
”
said
Mary
.
“
Never
heard
your
father
and
mother
talk
about
him
?
”
“
No
,
”
said
Mary
frowning
.
She
frowned
because
she
remembered
that
her
father
and
mother
had
never
talked
to
her
about
anything
in
particular
.
Certainly
they
had
never
told
her
things
.
“
Humph
,
”
muttered
Mrs
.
Medlock
,
staring
at
her
queer
,
unresponsive
little
face
.
She
did
not
say
any
more
for
a
few
moments
and
then
she
began
again
.
“
I
suppose
you
might
as
well
be
told
something
—
to
prepare
you
.
You
are
going
to
a
queer
place
.
”
Mary
said
nothing
at
all
,
and
Mrs
.
Medlock
looked
rather
discomfited
by
her
apparent
indifference
,
but
,
after
taking
a
breath
,
she
went
on
.
