unanticipated festal board, draped with red, adorned with white napery, and wreathed with flowers, was to feel that the preparations were brilliant indeed.
“Oh, Sara!” she cried out. “You are the cleverest girl I ever saw!”
“Isn’t it nice?” said Sara. “They are things out of my old trunk. I asked my Magic, and it told me to go and look.”
“But oh, miss,” cried Becky, “wait till she’s told you what they are! They ain’t just—oh, miss, please tell her,” appealing to Sara.
So Sara told her, and because
could live.” She paused and glanced around the attic. “I’m sure I couldn’t live here,” she added in a low voice.
Ermengarde was interested, as she always was. “When you talk about things,” she said, “they seem as if they grew real. You talk about Melchisedec as if he was a person.”
“He IS a person,”