you know; but it does frighten me when he sniffs right at me. Do you think he ever WOULD jump?”
“No,” answered Sara.
Ermengarde crawled forward on the bed to look at her.
“You DO look tired, Sara,” she said; “you are quite pale.”
“I AM tired,” said Sara, dropping on to the lopsided footstool. “Oh, there’s Melchisedec, poor thing. He’s come to ask for his supper.”
Melchisedec had come out of his hole as if he had
you know; but it does frighten me when he sniffs right at me. Do you think he ever WOULD jump?”
“No,” answered Sara.
Ermengarde crawled forward on the bed to look at her.
“You DO look tired, Sara,” she said; “you are quite pale.”
“I AM tired,” said Sara, dropping on to the lopsided footstool. “Oh, there’s Melchisedec, poor thing. He’s come to ask for his supper.”
Melchisedec had come out of his hole as if he had
