said Ermengarde. “And papa will be so cross if I don’t. He’ll expect me to know all about it when I go home for the holidays. What SHALL I do?”
Sara stopped turning over the leaves and looked at her with an excited flush on her cheeks.
“Look here,” she cried, “if you’ll lend me these books, I’ll read them—and tell you everything that’s in them afterward— and I’ll tell it so that you will remember it, too.”
“Oh, goodness!” exclaimed Ermengarde. “Do you think you can?”
“I know I can,” Sara answered.
to theirs was shut because the house next door was empty.
“I wish someone lived there,” Sara said. “It is so close that if there was a little girl in the attic, we could talk to each other through the windows and climb over to see each other, if we were not afraid of falling.”
The sky seemed so much