leaped with the memory of what yesterday had been. “If the Magic had not saved me just in time,” she thought, “how horrible it would have been!”
“She can’t be very hungry,” whispered Lavinia. “Just look at her. Perhaps she is pretending she has had a good breakfast”— with a spiteful laugh.
“She’s different from other people,” said Jessie, watching Sara with her class. “Sometimes I’m a bit frightened of her.”
“Ridiculous thing!” ejaculated Lavinia.
All through the day the light was in Sara’s
footstool, and stare and pretend about her until her own eyes would grow large with something which was almost like fear— particularly at night when everything was so still, when the only sound in the attic was the occasional sudden scurry and squeak of Melchisedec’s family in the wall. One of her “pretends”