“It was there when I wakened, miss—the blanket,” she whispered excitedly. “It was as real as it was last night.”
“So was mine,” said Sara. “It is all there now—all of it. While I was dressing I ate some of the cold things we left.”
“Oh, laws! Oh, laws!” Becky uttered the exclamation in a sort of rapturous groan, and ducked her head over her kettle just in time, as the cook came in from the kitchen.
Miss Minchin had expected to see in Sara, when she appeared in the schoolroom, very much what
ribbon round her neck. Her affection for the Large Family increased—as, indeed, her affection for everything she could love increased. She grew fonder and fonder of Becky, and she used to look forward to the two mornings a week when she went into the schoolroom to give the little ones their French lesson.