"Take Miss Mary away now and send Pitcher to me." When Mrs.Medlock left her at the end of her own corridor Mary flew back to her room.

She found Martha waiting there.

Martha had, in fact, hurried back after she had removed the dinner service.
"I can have my garden!" cried Mary.

"I may have it where I like! I am not going to have a governess for a long time! Your mother is coming to see me and I may go to your cottage! He says a little girl like me could not do any harm and I may do what I like--anywhere!" "Eh!" said Martha delightedly, "that was nice of him wasn't it ?" "Martha," said Mary solemnly, "he is really a nice man, only his face is so miserable and his forehead is all drawn together." She ran as quickly as she could to the garden.

She had been away so much longer than she had thought she should and she knew Dickon would have to set out early on his five-mile walk.