Besides that, if she liked it she could go into it every day and shut the door behind her, and she could make up some play of her own and play it quite alone, because nobody would ever know where she was, but would think the door was still locked and the key buried in the earth.

The thought of that pleased her very much.
Living as it were, all by herself in a house with a hundred mysteriously closed rooms and having nothing whatever to do to amuse herself, had set her inactive brain to working and was actually awakening her imagination.

There is no doubt that the fresh, strong, pure air from the moor had a great deal to do with it.

Just as it had given her an appetite, and fighting with the wind had stirred her blood, so the same things had stirred her mind.

In India she had always been too hot and languid and weak to care much about anything, but in this place she was beginning to care and to want to do new things.