There were gardens and paths and big trees, but everything looked dull and wintry.
"Out?
Why should I go out on a day like this ?" "Well, if tha' doesn't go out tha'lt have to stay in, an' what has tha' got to do ?" Mary glanced about her.

There was nothing to do.

When Mrs.Medlock had prepared the nursery she had not thought of amusement.

Perhaps it would be better to go and see what the gardens were like.
"Who will go with me ?" she inquired.
Martha stared.
"You'll go by yourself," she answered.

"You'll have to learn to play like other children does when they haven't got sisters and brothers.
Our Dickon goes off on th' moor by himself an' plays for hours.