ting roof and e, an old iron bedstead, and a . Some pieces of furniture too muco be used doairs  up. Under t in t an oblong piece of dull gray sky, tood an old battered red footstool. Sara  to it and sat dotle black ing on t saying one  making one sound.

    And as s in tap at t s at first , and, indeed,  roused until timidly pusear-smeared face appeared peeping round it. It was Beckys face, and Becky ively for cil srange indeed.

    quot;O; s;Mig to come in?quot;

    Sara lifted  ried to begin a smile, and some. Suddenly--and it reaming eyes-- so mucoo old for  tle sob.

    quot;O; s;I told you  ttle girls--just ttle girls. You see rue it is. t a princess anymore.quot;

    Becky ran to   to , kneeling beside h love and pain.

    quot;Yes, miss, you are,quot; s;sever appens to you-- make you not.quot;