itself to her kind, slow, little mind all at once. She crept off the bed in the dark and found her way to the table where the candle stood. She struck a match and lit the candle. When she had lighted it, she bent forward and looked at Sara, with her new thought growing to definite fear in her eyes.
“Sara,” she said in a timid, almost awe-stricken voice, are—are- -you never told me—I don’t want to be rude, but—are YOU ever hungry?”
It was too much just at that moment. The barrier broke down. Sara lifted her face from her hands.
he wanted to be a rat when he was made. Nobody said, `Wouldn’t you rather be a sparrow?’”
She had sat so quietly that the rat had begun to take courage. He was very much afraid of her, but perhaps he had a heart like the sparrow and it told him that she was not a thing which pounced. He was very hungry.