Something of her contrariness came back to her as she paced the walk and looked over it at the tree-tops inside.

It seemed so silly, she said to herself, to be near it and not be able to get in.

She took the key in her pocket when she went back to the house, and she made up her mind that she would always carry it with her when she went out, so that if she ever should find the hidden door she would be ready.
Mrs.Medlock had allowed Martha to sleep all night at the cottage, but she was back at her work in the morning with cheeks redder than ever and in the best of spirits.
"I got up at four o'clock," she said.

"Eh! it was pretty on th' moor with th' birds gettin' up an' th' rabbits scamperin' about an' th' sun risin'.

I didn't walk all th' way.