The secret garden — Chapter Seven The key to the garden

　　"I don"t know," said Martha. "I don"t think you"ve ever used your legs in your life. I don"t think you could walk five miles. It"s five miles to my family"s house."

　　"I would like to see your house," said Mary.

　　Martha stared at Mart for a moment. Then she went on with her cleaning. She thought that Mary"s face did not look as sour as usual. It looked like her youngest sister"s face, when she wanted something very much.

　　"I"ll ask my mother," Martha said. "She almost always finds a way to do things. It"s my day off today, and I’m going home. Oh, I am glad! Maybe mother can ask Mrs.Medlock about it. Mrs. Medlock likes my mother."

　　"I like your mother, too," said Mary.

　　"It seems like you do!" said Martha.

　　"And I haven"t even met her. I like Dickon, too," said Mary.

　　"Well, it"s hard not to like Dickon. All the animals like him. I wonder what he would think of you," she said curiously, looking at Mary.

　　"He wouldn"t like me," said Mary in her cold little way. "No one does."

　　Martha looked as if she was thinking about something. "How do you like yourself?" she finally asked.

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