second of the trio of comforters was Ermengarde, but odd things happened before Ermengarde found her place.
When Sara’s mind seemed to awaken again to the life about her, she realized that she had forgotten that an Ermengarde lived in the world. The two had always been friends, but Sara had felt as if she were years the older. It could not be contested that Ermengarde was as dull as she was affectionate. She clung to Sara in a simple, helpless way; she brought her lessons to her that she might
She was not an angel, and she was not fond of Lavinia.
“Well,” she said, with some fire, “I should like to slap YOU— but I don’t want to slap you!” restraining herself. “At least I both want to slap you—and I should LIKE to slap you—but I WON’T slap you. We are not little gutter children. We are both