bed. She tucked her feet under her nightgown and the red shawl. She did not scream, but she gasped with fright.
“Oh! Oh!” she cried under her breath. “A rat! A rat!”
“I was afraid you would be frightened,” said Sara. “But you needn’t be. I am making him tame. He actually knows me and comes out when I call him. Are you too frightened to want to see him?”
The truth was that, as the days had gone on and, with the aid of scraps brought up from the kitchen,
bed. She tucked her feet under her nightgown and the red shawl. She did not scream, but she gasped with fright.
“Oh! Oh!” she cried under her breath. “A rat! A rat!”
“I was afraid you would be frightened,” said Sara. “But you needn’t be. I am making him tame. He actually knows me and comes out when I call him. Are you too frightened to want to see him?”
The truth was that, as the days had gone on and, with the aid of scraps brought up from the kitchen,
