she said very fast. ‘It isn’t mine. It isn’t anybody’s. Nobody wants it, nobody cares for it, nobody ever goes into it. Perhaps everything is dead in it already;I don’t know.’ She began to feel hot and as contrary as she had ever felt in her life. ‘I don’t care, I don’t care! Nobody has any righy to take it from me when I care about it and they don’t. They’re letting it die, all shut by itself’, she ended passionately, and she threw her arms over her face and burst out crying - poor little Mistress Mary.