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I. There Is No One Left
When Mary Lennox came to Misselthwaite Manor to live with her uncle, everybody said that she was the most unpleasant-looking child they had ever seen. She had a thin little face, thin light hair and a sour look. Her skin was yellow because she was born in India and was always ill in one way or another.
Her father worked for the English government there, and he was always busy. Her mother was a great beauty who only cared about parties. She never wanted a little girl. When Mary was born, she gave her to an ayah, an Indian nanny, and said, “Keep the child out of my sight.”
The ayah and the other servants always gave Mary what she wanted, because her mother did not like to hear her cry. So by