door of the attic opened and Becky appeared. Her eyes were red and her cap was sliding off, and when she caught sight of Ermengarde she began to rub her face nervously with her apron.
“Don’t mind me a bit, Becky!” cried Ermengarde.
“Miss Ermengarde has asked you to come in,” said Sara, “because she is going to bring a box of good things up here to us.”
Becky’s cap almost fell off entirely, she broke in with such excitement.
“To eat, miss?” she said. “Things that’s good to eat?”
“Yes,” answered Sara, “and we are going to pretend a party.”
it lay quite near the footstool and he was still rather timid.
“I believe he wants it to carry to his family in the wall,” Sara thought. “If I do not stir at all, perhaps he will come and get it.”
She scarcely allowed herself to breathe, she was so deeply interested. The rat shuffled a little nearer