"It's nearer than it was," said Mary, her heart beatingrather faster. "And it is crying."She put her hand accidentally upon the tapestry near her,and then sprang back, feeling quite startled. The tapestrywas the covering of a door which fell open and showedher that there was another part of the corridor behind it,and Mrs. Medlock was coming up it with her bunch of keysin her hand and a very cross look on her face. "What are you doing here?" she said, and she took Maryby the arm and pulled her away. "What did I tell you?""I turned round the clarisonic brush head wrong corner," explained Mary. "I didn't know which way to go and I heard some one crying."She quite hated Mrs. Medlock at the moment, but she hatedher more the next. "You didn't hear anything of the sort," said the housekeeper. "You come along back to your own nursery or I'll boxyour ears."And she took her by the arm and half pushed, half pulledher up one passage and down another until she pushedher in at the door of her own room. "Now," she said, "you stay where you're told to stayor you'll find yourself locked up. The master hadbetter get you a governess, same as he said he would. You're one that needs some one to look sharp after you. I've got enough to do."She went out of the room and slammed the door after her,and Mary went and sat on the hearth-rug, pale with clarisonic mia rage. She did not cry, but ground her teeth. "There was some one crying--there was--there was!"she said to herself. She had heard it twice now, and sometime she would find out. She had found out a great deal this morning. She feltas if she had been on a long journey, and at any rateshe had had something to amuse her all the time, and shehad played with the ivory elephants and had seen the graymouse and its babies in their nest in the velvet cushion.