The roads were baked hard and here and there showed wide cracks. The air was heavy and thundery, and when the clouds did burst it would be a deluge, everyone said so. Nancy walked slowly up the drive towards the house. She had been to the main road to meet the post van and collect the letters. Less and less she made the journey now with hope, yet her resignation was in no way strengthened. As she approached the house she stopped abruptly and looked at it. The centre block looked more sunken than ever; like everything else it seemed to be wilting in the heat. The front door was wide open and all the windows too. This time last year she would have thought how homely, how comforting the whole place looked, but not any more. She hated it; every time she entered it now she had the desire to turn and run as if out of a trap. She felt so unhappy; in comparison everybody about her seemed to be enjoying some form of happiness. Martha Mary seemed a little more content now she had the outside boy, and Peg was very content and also possibly because of the outside boy.
What do You think about Miss Mary Martha Crawford?
