“Ermie!” she said. “Let us PRETEND! Let us pretend it’s a party! And oh, won’t you invite the prisoner in the next cell?”
“Yes! Yes! Let us knock on the wall now. The jailer won’t hear.”
Sara went to the wall. Through it she could hear poor Becky crying more softly. She knocked four times.
“That means, `Come to me through the secret passage under the wall,’ she explained. `I have something to communicate.’”
Five quick knocks answered her.
“She is coming,” she said.
Almost immediately the
just as the sparrows had done, and his expression was so very apologetic that it touched her heart.
She sat and watched him without making any movement. One crumb was very much larger than the others—in fact, it could scarcely be called a crumb. It was evident that he wanted that piece very much, but