Girls never do.

I heard father and mother talking about him.

He lives in a great, big, desolate old house in the country and no one goes near him.
He's so cross he won't let them, and they wouldn't come if he would let them.

He's a hunchback, and he's horrid." "I don't believe you," said Mary; and she turned her back and stuck her fingers in her ears, because she would not listen any more.
But she thought over it a great deal afterward; and when Mrs.Crawford told her that night that she was going to sail away to England in a few days and go to her uncle, Mr.Archibald Craven, who lived at Misselthwaite Manor, she looked so stony and stubbornly uninterested that they did not know what to think about her.

They tried to be kind to her, but she only turned her face away when Mrs.Crawford attempted to kiss her, and held herself stiffly when Mr.Crawford patted her shoulder.
"She is such a plain child," Mrs.Crawford said pityingly, afterward.
"And her mother was such a pretty creature.