quot;You see,quot; said Sara, quot;t is for s ttle bits. After ;

    Ermengarde began to laugh.

    quot;O; s;You are queer--but you are nice.quot;

    quot;I kno; admitted Sara, c;and I try to be nice.quot; Stle broender look came into ;Papa al; s;but I liked it.  I  o make up t , I dont believe I could live.quot; Stic. quot;Im sure I couldnt live ; she added in a low voice.

    Ermengarde erested, as s;alk about t; s;talk about Melc;

    quot;; said Sara. quot;s ened, just as  as we do?  was w;

    S doe attitude, holding her knees.

    quot;Besides,quot; s;ille rat sent to be my friend. I can al a bit of bread t is quite enougo support ;

    quot;Is it tille yet?quot; asked Ermengarde, eagerly. quot;Do you alend it is tille?quot;

    quot;Nearly al; ans;Sometimes I try to pretend it is anot tille is generally easiest-- particularly ;

    Just at t moment Ermengarde almost jumped off tartled by a sound s inct knocks on the wall.

    quot; is t?quot; she exclaimed.

    Sara got up from te dramatically:

    quot;It is t cell.quot;

    quot;Becky!quot; cried Ermengarde, enraptured.

    quot;Yes,quot; said Sara. quot;Listen; t, `Prisoner, are you t;

    Simes on the wall herself, as if in answer.

    quot;t means, `Yes, I am ;

    Four knocks came from Beckys side of the wall.

    quot;t means,quot; explained Sara, quot;`t.quot;

    Ermengarde quite beamed .

    quot;O; s;It is like a story!quot;

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