She wasn't doing any harm, but if Mr.Craven found out about the open door he would be fearfully angry and get a new key and lock it up forevermore.

She really could not bear that.
"This is such a big lonely place," she said slowly, as if she were turning matters over in her mind.

"The house is lonely, and the park is lonely, and the gardens are lonely.

So many places seem shut up.

I never did many things in India, but there were more people to look at--natives and soldiers marching by--and sometimes bands playing, and my Ayah told me stories.