her much, but I can’t bear that way she has now of looking at people without speaking—just as if she was finding them out.”
“I am,” said Sara, promptly, when she heard of this. “That’s what I look at some people for. I like to know about them. I think them over afterward.”
The truth was that she had saved herself annoyance several times by keeping her eye on Lavinia, who was quite ready to make mischief, and would have been rather pleased to have made it for the ex-show pupil.
Sara never made
this minute, you cry-baby! Stop this minute!” Lavinia commanded.
“I’m not a cry-baby … I’m not!” wailed Lottle. “Sara, Sa— ra!”
“If she doesn’t stop, Miss Minchin will hear her,” cried Jessie. “Lottie darling, I’ll give you a penny!”
“I don’t want your penny,” sobbed Lottie; and she looked down at