temper as a result. She was only too rejoiced to have someone to vent her rage on, and Sara was a convenience, as usual.
“Why didn’t you stay all night?” she snapped.
Sara laid her purchases on the table.
“Here are the things,” she said.
The cook looked them over, grumbling. She was in a very savage humor indeed.
“May I have something to eat?” Sara asked rather faintly.
“Tea’s over and done with,” was the answer. “Did you expect me to keep it hot for you?”
Sara stood silent for a second.
never known the existence of, until she reached the attic floor. There she found two doors near each other, and opening one, she saw her beloved Sara standing upon an old table and looking out of a window.
“Sara!” she cried, aghast. “Mamma Sara!” She was aghast because the attic was so bare and ugly