Who is Crying

Tell me about the secret garden. she said.

Well, all right then, miss, but we are not supposed to talk about it, you know.

It was she's favorite garden, and she and he used to take care of it themselves.

They spent hours there, reading and talking. Very happy, they were.

They used the brance of an old tree as a seat.

But one day when was sitting on the branch, it broke, and she fell.

She was very badly hurt and the next day she died.

That is why he hates the garden so much, and won't let anyone go in there.

How sad, said Mary. Poor Ben.

It was the first time that she had ever felt sorry for anyone.

Just then, as she was listening to the wind outside, she heard another noise, in the house.

Can you hear a child crying? she asked Martha.

Martha looked confused.

No, she replied, No, I think, it must be the wind.

But at that moment, the wind belw open their door and they heard the crying very clearly.

I told you. cried Mary.

At once Martha shut the door.

It was the wind. she repeated.

But she did not speak in her usual natural way, and Mary did not believe her.

The next day, it was very rainy, so Mary did not go out.

Indtead she decided to wander round the house, looking into some of the hundred rooms that She had told her about.

She spent all morning going in and out of dark, silent rooms, which were full of heavy furniture and old pictures.

She saw no servants at all, and was on her way back to her room for lunch, when she heard a cry.

It is a bit like the cry that I heard last night. She thought.

Just then, the housekeeper, appeared, with her keys in her hand.

What are you doing here? she asked crossly.

I did not know which way to go, and I heard someone crying, answered Mary.

You did not hear anything. Go back to your room now. And if you do not stay there, I will lock you in.

Mary hated her for this.

There was someone crying, I know there was, she said to herself. But I will discover who it is soon.

She was almost beginning to enjoy herself in Yorkshire.