Four knocks came from Becky’s side of the wall.
“That means,” explained Sara, “`Then, fellow-sufferer, we will sleep in peace. Good night.’”
Ermengarde quite beamed with delight.
“Oh, Sara!” she whispered joyfully. “It is like a story!”
“It IS a story,” said Sara. “EVERYTHING’S a story. You are a story—I am a story. Miss Minchin is a story.”
And she sat down again and talked until Ermengarde forgot that she was a sort of escaped prisoner herself,
Four knocks came from Becky’s side of the wall.
“That means,” explained Sara, “`Then, fellow-sufferer, we will sleep in peace. Good night.’”
Ermengarde quite beamed with delight.
“Oh, Sara!” she whispered joyfully. “It is like a story!”
“It IS a story,” said Sara. “EVERYTHING’S a story. You are a story—I am a story. Miss Minchin is a story.”
And she sat down again and talked until Ermengarde forgot that she was a sort of escaped prisoner herself,
