36 THE SECRET GARDEN
It's been made into a nursery for thee. I'll help thee on with thy clothes if tha'll get out o' bed. If th' buttons are at th' back tha' cannot button them up tha'self."
When Mary at last decided to get up, the clothes Martha took from the wardrobe were not the ones she had worn when she arrived the night before with Mrs. Medlock.
" Those are not mine," she said. " Mine are black."
She looked the thick white wool coat and dress over, and added with cool approval: " Those are nicer than mine." " These are th' ones tha' must put on," Martha answered. " Mr. Craven ordered Mrs. Medlock to get 'em in London. He said ' I won't have a child dressed in black wanderin' about like a lost soul,' he said. ' It'd make the place sadder than it is. Put color on her.' Mother she said she knew what he meant. Mother always knows what a body means. She doesn't hold with black her-sel'."
" I hate black things," said Mary.
The dressing process was one which taught them
both something. Martha had " buttoned up " her
little sisters and brothers but she had never seen
a child who stood still and waited for another per-