Chapter 6 Opening Doors It rained the next day, and the moor almost disappeared into the gray mist.
Mary would not be able to go outside.
"'What does your family do when it rains?' she asked Martha.
"'Mostly we try to keep from getting under each other's feet,' Martha chuckled.
"'The older children play in the cowshed, but Dickon goes out like it was a sunny day.'
Once he found a half-drowned fox cub and brought it home.
Another time he found a young crow and named it Soot because it was so black.
Now it goes with him everywhere.
If I had a fox or a crow, I could play with it, Mary said.
Can you read?
Could you read a book or work on your spelling, Martha suggested.
I can, but all my books were left in India, Mary said.
Martha had an idea.
There are thousands of books in the library.
Mrs. Medlock might let you in.
But Mary had another idea.
When Martha left, Mary stood at her window and thought of a plan.
She didn't care much for the library, but it reminded her of the hundred rooms with closed doors.
Were they all locked?
What was inside them?
If there really were a hundred, she could count them.
At least it would be something to do.
She quietly left her room and entered a long hallway that branched off into other ones.
There were doors everywhere and pictures on the walls.
She wandered into a long gallery.
Its walls were covered with paintings of men and women and grand costumes of satin and velvet.
Mary continued to explore.
One room down the hall seemed to be a lady's sitting room, with embroidered velvet covering the walls.
A little cabinet displayed dozens of little elephants made of ivory.
Mary had lived in India, so she knew all about elephants.
She played with the ivory elephants until she grew tired and decided to return to her room, but she had lost her way.
She came to a tapestry hanging at the end of a short hallway.
As she tried to decide which way to go, a cry broke through the stillness.
It wasn't like the crying she had heard the night before.
This time it was a short, childish whine.
Her heart began beating fast.
It is crying, she said to herself, and it's nearer than last night.
She brushed against the tapestry by mistake.
To her surprise, she opened a hidden door.
Mary could see down another hall and at the end of it, Mrs Medlock coming toward her carrying a bunch of keys.
She looked very cross.
"'What are you doing here?'
Mrs. Medlock demanded.
She took Mary's arm and pulled her away.
"'I took a wrong turn,' Mary began, and then I heard someone crying.
"'You didn't hear anything of the sort,' Mrs. Medlock snapped."
Go to your room now, or I'll box your ears.
Mrs. Medlock pulled Mary down the twisting hallways back to her room.
Stay where you're told, or you'll be locked in, the housekeeper warned sharply.
Then she left, slamming the door.
Mary sat by the fireplace.
She was furious, but she didn't cry.
She thought about what she'd discovered that morning the maze of rooms, the ivory elephants and the crying
Someday she would discover who it was.