Go away!' cried Mary. 'I don't want your help!'
For a moment Basil looked angry, and then he began to laugh. He danced round and round Mary, and sang a funny little song about Miss Mary and her stupid flowers. This made Mary very cross indeed. No one had ever laughed at
her so unkindly.
'You're going home soon,' said Basil. 'And we're all very
pleased you're leaving!'
'I'm pleased too,' replied Mary. 'But where's home?'
'You're stupid if you don't know that!' laughed Basil. 'England, of course! You're going to live with your uncle,
Mr Archibald Craven.'
'I've never heard of him,' said Mary coldly.
'But I know about him because I heard Father and Mother talking,' said Basil. 'He lives in a big lonely old