you. And it makes it o ;

    Ermengarde gasped.

    quot;O; s;And I never kne;

    quot;I didnt  you to kno; Sara said. quot;It  beggar. I knoreet beggar.quot;

    quot;No, you dont--you dont!quot; Ermengarde broke in. quot;Your clottle queer--but you couldnt look like a street beggar. You  a street-beggar face.quot;

    quot;A little boy once gave me a sixpence for cy,quot; said Sara,  little lauge of ; is.quot; And s t; mas sixpence if I  looked as if I needed it.quot;

    Some of ttle sixpence  made ttle, tears in their eyes.

    quot;; asked Ermengarde, looking at it quite as if it  been a mere ordinary silver sixpence.

    quot;tle to a party,quot; said Sara. quot;tle one mas presents and ;

    Ermengarde gave a little jump back sentences o roubled mind and given ion.

    quot;O; s; a silly t to  of it!quot;

    quot;Of ;

    quot;Somet; said Ermengarde, in an excited ;ternoon my nicest aunt sent me a box. It is full of good touc, I  dinner, and I  papas books.quot; o tumble over eac;Its got cake in it, and little meat pies, and jam tarts and buns, and oranges and red- currant o my room and get it te, and  it no;

    Sara almost reeled.  ion of food imes a curious effect. Sched Ermengardes arm.

    quot;Do you t; sed.

    quot;I kno; ans softly--put  into tened. t back to Sara. quot;ts are out. Everybodys in bed. I can creep--and creep--and no one will ;

    It  eac sprang into Saras eyes.

    quot;Ermie!quot; s;Let us p