brezo. Huele a miel y hay muchísimo aire fresco, y el cielo se ve tan alto, y las abejas y las alondras hacen un ruido tan agradable zumbando y cantando. ¡Vaya! ¡No viviría lejos del brezal por nada del mundo!
Mary listened to her with a grave, puzzled expression. The native servants she had been used to in India were not in the least like this.
They were obsequious and servile and did not presume to talk to their masters as if they were their equals. They made salaams and called them “protector of the poor” and names of that sort.
Indian servants were commanded to do things, not asked. It was not the custom to say “please” and “thank you” and Mary had always slapped her Ayah in the face when she was angry.
She wondered a little what this girl would do if one slapped her in the face. She was a round, rosy, good-natured looking creature, but she had a sturdy way which made Mistress Mary wonder if she might not even slap back—if the person who slapped her was only a little girl.
—Eres un criado extraño —dijo desde sus almohadas, con cierta altivez.
Martha se incorporó sobre los talones, con el cepillo de betún en la mano, y se rio sin el menor asomo de mal humor.
“¡Eh! Eso ya lo sé —dijo ella—. Si hubiera una gran señora en Misselthwaite, yo nunca habría llegado a ser ni una de las ayudantes de planta. Me habrían dejado ser fregona, pero jamás me habrían dejado subir arriba. Soy