Perhaps everything is dead in it already; I don't know." She began to feel hot and as contrary as she had ever felt in her life.
"I don't care, I don't care! Nobody has any right to take it from me when I care about it and they don't.

They're letting it die, all shut in by itself," she ended passionately, and she threw her arms over her face and burst out crying--poor little Mistress Mary.
Dickon's curious blue eyes grew rounder and rounder.
"Eh-h-h!" he said, drawing his exclamation out slowly, and the way he did it meant both wonder and sympathy.
"I've nothing to do," said Mary.

"Nothing belongs to me.

I found it myself and I got into it myself.

I was only just like the robin, and they wouldn't take it from the robin." "Where is it ?" asked Dickon in a dropped voice.
Mistress Mary got up from the log at once.