they will miss him! I shall miss him myself—even though he doesn’t know I am alive.”
When the door opened she moved away—remembering the sixpence— but she saw the traveler come out and stand against the background of the warmly-lighted hall, the older children still hovering about him.
“Will Moscow be covered with snow?” said the little girl Janet. “Will there be ice everywhere?”
“Shall you drive in a drosky?” cried another. “Shall you see the Czar?”
“I will write and tell you all about it,”
need interfere.” And she turned her plump back and took out her handkerchief and boldly hid her face in it.
That night, when Sara went to her attic, she was later than usual. She had been kept at work until after the hour at which the pupils went to bed, and after that she had gone to her lessons in