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"Those are not mine," she said. "Mine are black."She looked the thick white wool coat and dress over,and added with cool approval:
"Those are nicer than mine."" moncler These are th' ones tha' must put on," Martha answered.
"Mr. Craven ordered Mrs. Medlock to get 'em in London.
He said `I won't have a child dressed in black wanderin'
about like a lost soul,' he said. `It'd make the placesadder than it is. moncler sale Put color on her.' Mother she said sheknew what he meant. Mother always knows what a body means.
She doesn't hold with black hersel'.""I hate black things," said Mary.
The dressing process was one which taught them both something.
Martha had "buttoned up" her little sisters and brothers but shehad never seen a child who stood still and waited for anotherperson to do things for her as if she had neither hands nor feetof her own.
"Why doesn't tha' put on tha' own shoes?" moncler jackets sale she saidwhen Mary quietly held out her foot.
"My Ayah did it," answered Mary, staring. "It was the custom."She said that very often--"It was the custom." The nativeservants were always saying it. If one told them to doa thing their ancestors had not done for a thousand yearsthey gazed at one mildly and said, "It is not the custom"and one knew that was the end of the matter.
It had not been the custom that Mistress Mary shoulddo anything but stand and allow herself to be dressedlike a doll, but before she was ready for breakfast shebegan to suspect that her life at Misselthwaite Manorwould end by teaching her a number of things quitenew to her--things such as putting on her own shoesand stockings, and picking up things she let fall.
If Martha had been a well-trained fine young lady's maidshe would have been more subservient and respectful andwould have known that it was her business to brush hair, moncler jackets on sale and button boots, and pick things up and lay them away.
She was, however, only an untrained Yorkshire rusticwho had been brought up in a moorland cottage with aswarm of little brothers and sisters who had neverdreamed of doing anything but waiting on themselvesand on the younger ones who were either babies in armsor just learning to totter about and tumble over things.
If Mary Lennox had been a child who was ready to be amusedshe would perhaps have laughed at Martha's readiness to talk, moncler coats but Mary only listened to her coldly and wondered at herfreedom of manner. At first she was not at all interested,but gradually, as the girl rattled on in her good-tempered,homely way, Mary began to notice what she was saying.
"Eh! you should see 'em all," she said. "There's twelveof us an' my father only gets sixteen shilling a week. I cantell you my mother's put to it to get porridge for 'em all.
They tumble about on th' moor an' play there all day an'
mother says th' air of th' moor fattens 'em. moncler vest She says shebelieves they eat th' grass same as th' wild ponies do.
Our Dickon, he's twelve years old and he's got a young ponyhe calls his own.""Where did he get it?" asked Mary.
"He found it on th' moor with its mother when it wasa little one an' he began to make friends with it an'
give it bits o' bread an' pluck young grass for it.
And it got to like him so it follows him about an'
it lets him get on its back. Dickon's a kind lad an'
animals likes him."Mary had never possessed an animal pet of her ownand had always thought she should like one. moncler down jackets So shebegan to feel a slight interest in Dickon, and as shehad never before been interested in any one but herself,it was the dawning of a healthy sentiment. When she wentinto the room which had been made into a nursery for her,she found that it was rather like the one she had slept in.
It was not a child's room, but a grown-up person's room,with gloomy old pictures on the walls and heavy oldoak chairs. A table in the center was set with a goodsubstantial breakfast. But she had always had a verysmall appetite, and she looked with something more thanindifference at the first plate Martha set before her.
"I don't want it," she said.
"Tha' doesn't want thy porridge!" Martha exclaimed incredulously.
"No.""Tha' doesn't know how good it is. moncler jackets men Put a bit o'
treacle on it or a bit o' sugar.""I don't want it," repeated Mary.
"Eh!" said Martha. "I can't abide to see good victualsgo to waste. If our children was at this table they'dclean it bare in five minutes.""Why?" said Mary coldly. "Why!" echoed Martha. "Because theyscarce ever had their stomachs full in their lives.
They're as hungry as young hawks an' foxes.""I don't know what it is to be hungry," said Mary,with the indifference of ignorance.
Martha looked indignant.
"Well, it would do thee good to try it. moncler jackets women I can seethat plain enough," she said outspokenly. "I've nopatience with folk as sits an' just stares at goodbread an' meat. My word! don't I wish Dickon and Phil an'
Jane an' th' rest of 'em had what's here under their pinafores.""Why don't you take it to them?" suggested Mary.
"It's not mine," answered Martha stoutly. "An' thisisn't my day out. I get my day out once a month sameas th' rest. Then I go home an' clean up for mother an'
give her a day's rest."Mary drank some tea and ate a little toast and some marmalade.
"You wrap up warm an' run out an' play you," said Martha.
"It'll do you good and give you some stomach for your meat."Mary went to the window. Tory burch There were gardens and pathsand big trees, but everything looked dull and wintry.
"Out? Why should I go out on a day like this?" "Well, if tha'
doesn't go out tha'lt have to stay in, an' what has tha'
got to do?"Mary glanced about her. There was nothing to do.
When Mrs. Medlock had prepared the nursery she had notthought of amusement. Perhaps it would be better to goand see what the gardens were like.
"Who will go with me?" she inquired.
Martha stared.
"You'll go by yourself," Tory burch shoes she answered. "You'll have tolearn to play like other children does when they haven'tgot sisters and brothers. Our Dickon goes off on th'
moor by himself an' plays for hours. That's how he madefriends with th' pony. He's got sheep on th' moor thatknows him, an' birds as comes an' eats out of his hand.
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