creature!” she said. “You leave the house in the morning!”
Sara stood quite still, her eyes growing larger, her face paler. Ermengarde burst into tears.
“Oh, don’t send her away,” she sobbed. “My aunt sent me the hamper. We’re—only—having a party.”
“So I see,” said Miss Minchin, witheringly. “With the Princess Sara at the head of the table.” She turned fiercely on Sara. “It is your doing, I know,” she cried. “Ermengarde would never have thought of such a thing. You decorated the table, I suppose—with
and creep back into her deserted bed.
10
The Indian Gentleman
But it was a perilous thing for Ermengarde and Lottie to make pilgrimages to the attic. They could never be quite sure when Sara would be there, and they could scarcely ever be certain that Miss Amelia would not make a tour of inspection