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 bere , in your house !"
"I didn't know !" she screamed . "Quick , come with me !