“Oh, goodness!” exclaimed Ermengarde. “Do you think you can?”
“I know I can,” Sara answered. “The little ones always remember what I tell them.”
“Sara,” said Ermengarde, hope gleaming in her round face, “if you’ll do that, and make me remember, I’ll—I’ll give you anything.”
“I don’t want you to give me anything,” said Sara. “I want your books—I want them!” And her eyes grew big, and her chest heaved.
“Take them, then,
“Oh, goodness!” exclaimed Ermengarde. “Do you think you can?”
“I know I can,” Sara answered. “The little ones always remember what I tell them.”
“Sara,” said Ermengarde, hope gleaming in her round face, “if you’ll do that, and make me remember, I’ll—I’ll give you anything.”
“I don’t want you to give me anything,” said Sara. “I want your books—I want them!” And her eyes grew big, and her chest heaved.
“Take them, then,
