Why doesn't tha' put on tha' own shoes? she said when Mary quietly held out her foot.

Why did you come? she said to the strange woman.

It was not the custom to say please and thank you and Mary had always slapped her

No, answered Mary, quite indignantly.

I have no friends at all, said Mary. I never had.

English way of treating children.

I believe she scarcely ever looked at her, sighed Mrs. Crawford.

Perhaps there were none in India.

The cholera had broken out in its most fatal form and people were dying like flies.

She had even begun to find it interesting and to be sorry when she stopped or went away.

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.

She wondered also who would take care of her now her Ayah was dead.

Nothing in the world is quite as adorably lovely as a robin when he shows off and they are nearly always doing it.

The woman looked frightened, but she only stammered that the Ayah could not come and when Mary threw herself into a passion and beat and kicked her, she looked only more frightened and repeated that it was not possible for the Ayah to come to Missie Sahib.

Nothing was done in its regular order and several of the native servants seemed missing, while those whom Mary saw slunk or hurried about with ashy and scared faces.

So when she was a sickly, fretful, ugly little baby she was kept out of the way, and when she became a sickly, fretful, toddling thing she was kept out of the way also.