“Why are they locked?” Mary asked. “Mr. Craven likes it that way.” “Why?” “Well, it’s a long story. Mr. Craven is a crooked man. That set him wrong. He was a sour young man until ha was married. His wife was very beau-tiful, and he loved her very much. When she died he became even stranger. He locked himself in his room for months. Nowadays, he comes out once in a while. But he hardly ever meets people. I’m sure he won’t meet you, either.”  When they arrived at Misselthwaite Manor, Mary couldn’t believe her eyes. The castle was bigger than anything she’d ever seen or imagined. The gardens surrounding the castle were beautiful, even though the flowers weren’t blooming yet. “Come on, Mary. I’ll show you to your room,” said Mrs. Medlock. Mary was led up three staircases and down a long corridor to her room. Inside, a fire was burning in the fireplace and a table was set with a delicious supper. “This is your room, Mary. You must stay in here while you’re in the house. Outside, you can go wandering as much as you like.” “Yes ma’am,” Mary said. As the girl sat down to supper, she felt more than she ever felt before.