That's why he hates it.

No one's never gone in since, an' he won't let any one talk about it." Mary did not ask any more questions.

She looked at the red fire and listened to the wind "wutherin'." It seemed to be "wutherin'" louder than ever.

At that moment a very good thing was happening to her.
Four good things had happened to her, in fact, since she came to Misselthwaite Manor.

She had felt as if she had understood a robin and that he had understood her; she had run in the wind until her blood had grown warm; she had been healthily hungry for the first time in her life; and she had found out what it was to be sorry for some one.
But as she was listening to the wind she began to listen to something else.