What are you doing here?' she asked crossly. 'Go away! And send Kamala to me at once!'
The woman looked afraid. 'I'm sorry, Miss Mary, she -
she - she can't come!'
Something strange was happening that day. Some of the
house servants were missing and everybody looked frightened. But nobody told Mary anything, and Kamala still did not come. So at last Mary went out into the garden, and played by herself under a tree. She pretended she was making her own flower garden, and picked large red flowers to push into the ground. All the time she was saying
crossly to herself,
'I hate Kamala! I'll hit her when she comes back!'
Just then she saw her mother coming into the garden, with a young Englishman. They did not notice the child,
who listened to their conversation.
'It's very bad, is it?' her mother asked the young man in
a worried voice.
'Very bad,' he answered seriously. 'People are dying like
flies. It's dangerous to stay in this town. You should go to
the hills, where there's no disease.'
'Oh, I know!' she cried. 'We must leave soon!' Suddenly they heard loud cries coming from the servants'
rooms, at the side of the house.
'What's happened?' cried Mary's mother wildly,
'I think one of your servants has just died. You didn't tell
me the disease is here, in your house!'
'I didn't know!' she screamed. 'Quick, come with me!'
Little Miss Mary
'You didn't tell me the disease is here, in your house!'
And together they ran into the house.
Now Mary understood what was wrong. The terrible
disease had already killed many people in the town, and in all the houses people were dying. In Mary's house it was Kamala who had just died. Later that day three more servants died there.
What are you doing here?' she asked crossly. 'Go away! And send Kamala to me at once!'
The woman looked afraid. 'I'm sorry, Miss Mary, she -
she - she can't come!'
Something strange was happening that day. Some of the
house servants were missing and everybody looked frightened. But nobody told Mary anything, and Kamala still did not come. So at last Mary went out into the garden, and played by herself under a tree. She pretended she was making her own flower garden, and picked large red flowers to push into the ground. All the time she was saying
crossly to herself,
'I hate Kamala! I'll hit her when she comes back!'
Just then she saw her mother coming into the garden, with a young Englishman. They did not notice the child,
who listened to their conversation.
'It's very bad, is it?' her mother asked the young man in
a worried voice.
'Very bad,' he answered seriously. 'People are dying like
flies. It's dangerous to stay in this town. You should go to
the hills, where there's no disease.'
'Oh, I know!' she cried. 'We must leave soon!' Suddenly they heard loud cries coming from the servants'
rooms, at the side of the house.
'What's happened?' cried Mary's mother wildly,
'I think one of your servants has just died. You didn't tell
me the disease is here, in your house!'
'I didn't know!' she screamed. 'Quick, come with me!'
Little Miss Mary
'You didn't tell me the disease is here, in your house!'
And together they ran into the house.
Now Mary understood what was wrong. The terrible
disease had already killed many people in the town, and in all the houses people were dying. In Mary's house it was Kamala who had just died. Later that day three more servants died there.
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