though his fortunes had changed and all his possessions had been restored to him. His trouble and peril had been connected with mines.
“And mines with diamonds in ‘em!” said the cook. “No savin’s of mine never goes into no mines—particular diamond ones”— with a side glance at Sara. “We all know somethin’ of THEM.” “He felt as my papa felt,” Sara thought. “He was ill as my papa was; but he did not die.”
So her heart was more drawn to him than before. When she was sent out at night she used sometimes
up the stairs slowly, but panting for breath and she held Emily tightly against her side.
“I wish she could talk,” she said to herself. “If she could speak—if she could speak!”
She meant to go to her room and lie down on the tiger-skin, with her cheek upon the great cat’s head, and look into the fire