this rubbish.” She stamped her foot at Becky. “Go to your attic!” she commanded, and Becky stole away, her face hidden in her apron, her shoulders shaking.
Then it was Sara’s turn again.
“I will attend to you tomorrow. You shall have neither breakfast, dinner, nor supper!”
“I have not had either dinner or supper today, Miss Minchin,” said Sara, rather faintly.
“Then all the better. You will have something to remember. Don’t stand there. Put those things into the hamper again.”
She began to
through the bedrooms after the pupils were supposed to be asleep. So their visits were rare ones, and Sara lived a strange and lonely life. It was a lonelier life when she was downstairs than when she was in her attic. She had no one to talk to; and when she was sent out on errands and walked through