and in the evening it had been taken away with the other things; so she knew the Magician had received it, and she was happier for the thought. She was reading one of her new books to Becky just before they went to their respective beds, when her attention was attracted by a sound at the skylight. When she looked up from her page she saw that Becky had heard the sound also, as she had turned her head to look and was listening rather nervously.
“Something’s there, miss,” she whispered.
“Yes,” said
very much that they would all be black, and would wear turbans, and, above all, that—like their parent—they would all be “‘eathens.”
“I never lived next door to no ‘eathens, miss,” she said; “I should like to see what sort o’ ways they’d have.”
It was several weeks before her curiosity was satisfied,