her Magic helped her she made her ALMOST see it all: the golden platters—the vaulted spaces—the blazing logs—the twinkling waxen tapers. As the things were taken out of the hamper—the frosted cakes—the fruits—the bonbons and the wine—the feast became a splendid thing.
“It’s like a real party!” cried Ermengarde.
“It’s like a queen’s table,” sighed Becky.
Then Ermengarde had a sudden brilliant thought.
“I’ll tell you what, Sara,” she said. “Pretend you are a princess now and this is a royal feast.”
said Sara. “He gets hungry and frightened, just as we do; and he is married and has children. How do we know he doesn’t think things, just as we do? His eyes look as if he was a person. That was why I gave him a name.”
She sat down on the floor in her favorite attitude, holding her knees.
“Besides,”