Page 18 - Secret Garden

Mary was led up staircases and along gloomy corridors. The portraits on the walls seemed to watch as she went by, and none were smiling.
“There are a hundred rooms,” said Mrs Medlock. “All locked,
so no need to check. These two here are yours; none of the others. No wandering about.”
A lit fire and a supper tray were waiting, and a gloomy bedroom next door. As Mary ate her supper, more unfriendly portraits watched her from the walls. Creeping into her bed, she was as lonely as if she was the last person left in the whole world.