He thinks I don't know, but I've heard people talking.

He almost hates me." "He hates the garden, because she died," said Mary half speaking to herself.
"What garden ?" the boy asked.
"Oh! just--just a garden she used to like," Mary stammered.

"Have you been here always ?" "Nearly always.

Sometimes I have been taken to places at the seaside, but I won't stay because people stare at me.

I used to wear an iron thing to keep my back straight, but a grand doctor came from London to see me and said it was stupid.