Mer-babies swimming about laughing—with stars in their hair?”
Sara nodded.
“You haven’t time to hear it now, I’m afraid,” she said; “but if you will tell me just what time you come to do my rooms, I will try to be here and tell you a bit of it every day until it is finished. It’s a lovely long one—and I’m always putting new bits to it.”
“Then,” breathed Becky, devoutly, “I wouldn’t mind HOW heavy the coal boxes was—or WHAT the cook done to me, if—if I might have that to think of.”
“You may,”
in fact, was spiteful. She was inordinately jealous of Sara. Until the new pupil’s arrival, she had felt herself the leader in the school. She had led because she was capable of making herself extremely disagreeable if the others did not follow her. She domineered over the little children, and assumed