was a thing Sara never forgot. During its passing she lived through a wild, unchildlike woe of which she never spoke to anyone about her. There was no one who would have understood. It was, indeed, well for her that as she lay awake in the darkness her mind was forcibly distracted, now and then, by the strangeness of her surroundings. It was, perhaps, well for her that she was reminded by her small body of material things. If this had not been so, the anguish of her young mind might have been too
it is not a big one, either. If there were mines full of diamonds, people would be so rich it would be ridiculous.”
“Perhaps Sara will be so rich that she will be ridiculous,” giggled Jessie.
“She’s ridiculous without being rich,” Lavinia sniffed.
“I believe you hate her,” said Jessie.
“No, I don’t,”