squeal by sitting up on his hind legs and, while he looked at her, sniffing pointedly in her direction.
“Oh, Sara,” she cried out, “I am glad you have come. Melchy WOULD sniff about so. I tried to coax him to go back, but he wouldn’t for such a long time. I like him, you know; but it does frighten me when he sniffs right at me. Do you think he ever WOULD jump?”
“No,” answered Sara.
Ermengarde crawled forward on the bed to look at her.
“You DO look tired, Sara,” she said; “you are quite pale.”
of the plump, childish body. She had had a hard day and had been staring out of the windows with hot eyes.
“You can see all sorts of things you can’t see downstairs,” she said.
“What sort of things?” demanded Lottie, with that curiosity Sara could always awaken even in bigger girls.
“Chimneys—quite