respectfully. “Is it?”
“Yes,” Sara answered, and she looked at her dreamily for a moment. But the next she spoke in a different tone. She realized that Becky did not know what she meant.
“Have you done your work?” she asked. “Dare you stay here a few minutes?”
Becky lost her breath again.
“Here, miss? Me?”
Sara ran to the door, opened it, and looked out and listened.
“No one is anywhere about,” she explained. “If your bedrooms are finished, perhaps you might stay a tiny while. I thought— perhaps—you
of her full little purse; the simplest thing she did was treated as if it were a virtue, and if she had not had a disposition and a clever little brain, she might have been a very self-satisfied young person. But the clever little brain told her a great many sensible and true things about herself and