looked all round the attic and saw no one. And yet Sara had certainly been speaking TO someone. She thought of ghosts.
“Is it—something that will frighten me?” she asked timorously.
“Some people are afraid of them,” said Sara. “I was at first— but I am not now.”
“Was it—a ghost?” quaked Ermengarde.
“No,” said Sara, laughing. “It was my rat.”
Ermengarde made one bound, and landed in the middle of the little dingy
looked all round the attic and saw no one. And yet Sara had certainly been speaking TO someone. She thought of ghosts.
“Is it—something that will frighten me?” she asked timorously.
“Some people are afraid of them,” said Sara. “I was at first— but I am not now.”
“Was it—a ghost?” quaked Ermengarde.
“No,” said Sara, laughing. “It was my rat.”
Ermengarde made one bound, and landed in the middle of the little dingy
