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When she was tired , she tried to find her way back , but she was lost . Then she heard the crying again . It was nearer now , a fretful , childish cry . Her heart began to beat fast . She touched a heavy curtain on the wall , and behind it there was a door . And suddenly there was Mrs Medlock , with her keys in her hand and a very cross face . “ What are you doing here ? ” she said , and she took Mary by the arm . “ I took the wrong turn , ” said Mary . “ And I heard someone crying . ” “ You heard nothing of the sort , ” said Mrs Medlock . “ Go back to your room , or I’ll box your ears . ” She pushed Mary all the way back to her room . “ Now stay where you’re told , ” she said , “ or you’ll find yourself locked in . The master should get you a teacher , as he said he would . ” She banged the door . Mary sat by the fire , white with anger . “ There was someone crying , ” she said to herself . “ There was , there was ! ” The next morning the rain was over , and the sky was deep blue . It was Martha’s day off , and she went home to her family on the moor . Mary ran out into the gardens . Ben Weatherstaff was digging . “ Spring’s coming , ” he said . “ Can tha ’ smell it ? The earth is getting ready to grow things . ” Mary walked on to the long path beside the ivy - covered wall . There was a flash of red . It was the robin , hopping over a heap of fresh earth . A dog had dug a deep hole there . “ You do remember me ! ” cried Mary happily . “ You do ! ” She looked into the hole in the earth , and she saw something . It was a ring of rusty iron . She put her hand in and pulled it out . It was more than a ring . It was an old key . Mary looked at it with an almost frightened face . “ Perhaps it has been buried for ten years , ” she whispered . “ Perhaps it is the key to the garden ! ” VI . The Door in the Wall Mary put the key in her pocket . “ If I can find the door , ” she thought , “ I can go in , and nobody will know where I am . ” The next morning Martha came back from her day off with a present . It was a skipping rope with red and blue handles . Mary had never seen one before , so Martha ran into the middle of the room and showed her how to skip . “ Mother bought it for two pence from a man with a cart , ” said Martha . “ She said it would make thy legs strong . ” Mary was not used to thanking people . “ Thank you , ” she said at last , very stiffly . “ It was your money , really . You were very kind . ” She took the skipping rope outside . She skipped and counted until her cheeks were red . When Ben Weatherstaff saw her , he stopped digging . “ Well ! ” he said . “ Perhaps tha’s got a real child’s blood in thee after all . ” Mary skipped along the path beside the ivy wall . The robin was there , sitting on a long branch of ivy .
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