He danced round and round her and made faces and sang and laughed.
"Mistress Mary, quite contrary, How does your garden grow?
With silver bells, and cockle shells, And marigolds all in a row." He sang it until the other children heard and laughed, too; and the crosser Mary got, the more they sang "Mistress Mary, quite contrary"; and after that as long as she stayed with them they called her "Mistress Mary Quite Contrary" when they spoke of her to each other, and often when they spoke to her.
"You are going to be sent home," Basil said to her, "at the end of the week.

And we're glad of it." "I am glad of it, too," answered Mary.

"Where is home ?" "She doesn't know where home is!" said Basil, with seven-year-old scorn.

"It's England, of course.

Our grandmama lives there and our sister Mabel was sent to her last year.