here and tell you a bit of it every day until it is finished. It’s a lovely long one—and I’m always putting new bits to it.”
“Then,” breathed Becky, devoutly, “I wouldn’t mind HOW heavy the coal boxes was—or WHAT the cook done to me, if—if I might have that to think of.”
“You may,” said Sara. “I’ll tell it ALL to you.”
When Becky went downstairs, she was not the same Becky who had staggered up, loaded down by the weight
here and tell you a bit of it every day until it is finished. It’s a lovely long one—and I’m always putting new bits to it.”
“Then,” breathed Becky, devoutly, “I wouldn’t mind HOW heavy the coal boxes was—or WHAT the cook done to me, if—if I might have that to think of.”
“You may,” said Sara. “I’ll tell it ALL to you.”
When Becky went downstairs, she was not the same Becky who had staggered up, loaded down by the weight
