“Oh, laws!” she gasped. “Oh, laws, miss!”
“You see,” said Sara.
On this night Becky sat on a cushion upon the hearth rug and had a cup and saucer of her own.
When Sara went to bed she found that she had a new thick mattress and big downy pillows. Her old mattress and pillow had been removed to Becky’s bedstead, and, consequently, with these additions Becky had been supplied with unheard-of comfort.
“Where does it all come from?” Becky broke forth once. “Laws, who does it, miss?”
“Don’t let
you hear?”
She looked at the staring glass eyes and complacent face, and suddenly a sort of heartbroken rage seized her. She lifted her little savage hand and knocked Emily off the chair, bursting into a passion of sobbing—Sara who never cried.
“You are nothing but a DOLL!” she cried. “Nothing but