"She has actually been forgotten!" "Why was I forgotten ?" Mary said, stamping her foot.

"Why does nobody come ?" The young man whose name was Barney looked at her very sadly.

Mary even thought she saw him wink his eyes as if to wink tears away.
"Poor little kid!" he said.

"There is nobody left to come." It was in that strange and sudden way that Mary found out that she had neither father nor mother left; that they had died and been carried away in the night, and that the few native servants who had not died also had left the house as quickly as they could get out of it, none of them even remembering that there was a Missie Sahib.

That was why the place was so quiet.