if I didn’t pin a card on— so I pinned Miss ‘Meliar’s.”
Sara flew at her and hugged her. She could not have told herself or anyone else why there was a lump in her throat.
“Oh, Becky!” she cried out, with a queer little laugh, “I love you, Becky—I do, I do!”
“Oh, miss!” breathed Becky. “Thank yer, miss, kindly; it ain’t good enough for that. The—the flannin wasn’t new.”
7
The Diamond Mines Again
When Sara entered the holly-hung schoolroom in the afternoon,
if I didn’t pin a card on— so I pinned Miss ‘Meliar’s.”
Sara flew at her and hugged her. She could not have told herself or anyone else why there was a lump in her throat.
“Oh, Becky!” she cried out, with a queer little laugh, “I love you, Becky—I do, I do!”
“Oh, miss!” breathed Becky. “Thank yer, miss, kindly; it ain’t good enough for that. The—the flannin wasn’t new.”
7
The Diamond Mines Again
When Sara entered the holly-hung schoolroom in the afternoon,
