The Secret Garden / Таинственный сад

She had felt as if she had understood a robin and that he had understood her; she had run in the wind until her blood had grown warm; she had been healthily hungry for the first time in her life; and she had found out what it was to be sorry for some one.

But as she was listening to the wind she began to listen to something else. She did not know what it was, because at first she could scarcely distinguish it from the wind itself. It was a curious sound-it seemed almost as if a child were crying somewhere. Sometimes the wind sounded rather like a child crying, but presently Mistress Mary felt quite sure this sound was inside the house, not outside it.

“Do you hear any one crying?” she said.

Martha suddenly looked confused.

“No,” she answered. “It's th' wind. Sometimes it sounds like as if some one was lost on th' moor an' wailin'. It's got all sorts o' sounds.”

“But listen,” said Mary. “It's in the house-down one of those long corridors.

And at that very moment a door must have been opened somewhere downstairs; for a great rushing draft[62 - draft (амер.) – сквозняк] blew along the passage and the door of the room they sat in was blown open with a crash, and as they both jumped to their feet the light was blown out and the crying sound was swept down the far corridor so that it was to be heard more plainly than ever.

“There!” said Mary. “I told you so! It is some one crying- and it isn't a grown-up person.

Martha ran and shut the door and turned the key, but before she did it they both heard the sound of a door in some far passage shutting with a bang, and then everything was quiet. Martha said that it was the wind or little Betty Butterworth, the scullery-maid. She has had the toothache all day. But Mary did not believe she was speaking the truth.

Chapter VI

“There Was Some One Crying-There Was!”

The next day the rain poured down in torrents again, and when Mary looked out of her window the moor was almost hidden by gray mist and cloud.

“What do you do in your cottage when it rains like this?” she asked Martha.

“Try to keep from under each other's feet mostly,” Martha answered. “Eh! there does seem a lot of us then. Mother's a good-tempered woman but she gets fair moithered. The biggest ones goes out in th' cow-shed and plays there.