“I haven’t,” said Ermengarde. “And papa will be so cross if I don’t. He’ll expect me to know all about it when I go home for the holidays. What SHALL I do?”
Sara stopped turning over the leaves and looked at her with an excited flush on her cheeks.
“Look here,” she cried, “if you’ll lend me these books, I’ll read them—and tell you everything that’s in them afterward— and I’ll tell it so that you will remember it, too.”
“I haven’t,” said Ermengarde. “And papa will be so cross if I don’t. He’ll expect me to know all about it when I go home for the holidays. What SHALL I do?”
Sara stopped turning over the leaves and looked at her with an excited flush on her cheeks.
“Look here,” she cried, “if you’ll lend me these books, I’ll read them—and tell you everything that’s in them afterward— and I’ll tell it so that you will remember it, too.”
