as if he were asking a question. He was evidently so doubtful that one of the child’s queer thoughts came into her mind.
“I dare say it is rather hard to be a rat,” she mused. “Nobody likes you. People jump and run away and scream out, `Oh, a horrid rat!’ I shouldn’t like people to scream and jump and say, `Oh, a horrid Sara!’ the moment they saw me. And set traps for me, and pretend they were dinner. It’s so different
as if he were asking a question. He was evidently so doubtful that one of the child’s queer thoughts came into her mind.
“I dare say it is rather hard to be a rat,” she mused. “Nobody likes you. People jump and run away and scream out, `Oh, a horrid rat!’ I shouldn’t like people to scream and jump and say, `Oh, a horrid Sara!’ the moment they saw me. And set traps for me, and pretend they were dinner. It’s so different
