“I know she won’t mind it. It will make such a nice red tablecloth.”
They pulled the old table forward, and threw the shawl over it. Red is a wonderfully kind and comfortable color. It began to make the room look furnished directly.
“How nice a red rug would look on the floor!” exclaimed Sara. “We must pretend there is one!”
Her eye swept the bare boards with a swift glance of admiration. The rug was laid down already.
“How soft and thick it is!” she said, with the little laugh which Becky knew
go home, Melchisedec! Go home to your wife!”
Almost immediately Sara opened the door, and when she did so she found Ermengarde standing with alarmed eyes upon the threshold.
“Who—who ARE you talking to, Sara?” she gasped out.
Sara drew her in cautiously, but she looked as if something pleased and