THE SECRET GARDEN
He sang it until the other children heard and laughed, too; and the crosser Mary got, the more they sang " Mistress Mary, quite contrary "; and after that as long as she stayed with them they called her " Mistress Mary Quite Contrary" when they spoke of her to each other, and often when they spoke to her.
" You are going to be sent home," Basil said to her, " at the end of the week. And we're glad of it."
" I am glad of it, too," answered Mary. "Where is home?"
" She doesn't know where home is! " said Basil, with seven-year-old scorn. " It's England, of course. Our grandmama lives there and our sister Mabel was sent to her last year. You are not going to your grandmama. You have none. You are going to your uncle. His name is Mr. Archibald Craven."
" I don't know anything about him," snapped Mary.
" I know you don't," Basil answered. " You don't know anything. Girls never do. I heard father and mother talking about him. He lives in a great, big, desolate old house in the country and no one goes near him. He's so cross he won't let them, and they wouldn't come if he would let them. He's a hunchback, and he's horrid."