“No. She will think I am in bed. Don’t stir.”
It was very seldom that Miss Minchin mounted the last flight of stairs. Sara could only remember that she had done it once before. But now she was angry enough to be coming at least part of the way up, and it sounded as if she was driving Becky before her.
“You impudent, dishonest child!” they heard her say. “Cook tells me she has missed things repeatedly.”
“‘T warn’t me, mum,” said Becky sobbing. “I was ‘ungry enough, but ‘t warn’t me—never!”
“You
feel a little more desolate after visitors come and go, leaving them behind.
“It’s a lonely place,” she said. “Sometimes it’s the loneliest place in the world.”
She was sitting in this way when her attention was attracted by a slight sound near her. She lifted her head to see where it came from, and