want to listen. I don’t know why it is. Would you like to hear the rest?”
Becky lost her breath again.
“Me hear it?” she cried. “Like as if I was a pupil, miss! All about the Prince—and the little white Mer-babies swimming about laughing—with stars in their hair?”
Sara nodded.
“You haven’t time to hear it now, I’m afraid,” she said; “but if you will tell me just what time you come to do my rooms, I will try to be
want to listen. I don’t know why it is. Would you like to hear the rest?”
Becky lost her breath again.
“Me hear it?” she cried. “Like as if I was a pupil, miss! All about the Prince—and the little white Mer-babies swimming about laughing—with stars in their hair?”
Sara nodded.
“You haven’t time to hear it now, I’m afraid,” she said; “but if you will tell me just what time you come to do my rooms, I will try to be
