the meaning of; and she raised and set her foot down again delicately, as if she felt something under it.
“Yes, miss,” answered Becky, watching her with serious rapture. She was always quite serious.
“What next, now?” said Sara, and she stood still and put her hands over her eyes. “Something will come if I think and wait a little”—in a soft, expectant voice. “The Magic will tell me.”
One of her favorite fancies was that on “the outside,” as she called it, thoughts were waiting for people to call
amused her.
“You must promise not to be frightened—not to scream the least bit, or I can’t tell you,” she answered.
Ermengarde felt almost inclined to scream on the spot, but managed to control herself. She looked all round the attic and saw no one. And yet Sara had certainly been speaking TO someone.