“Will she come in here?” Ermengarde whispered back, panic-stricken.
“No. She will think I am in bed. Don’t stir.”
It was very seldom that Miss Minchin mounted the last flight of stairs. Sara could only remember that she had done it once before. But now she was angry enough to be coming at least part of the way up, and it sounded as if she was driving Becky before her.
“You impudent, dishonest child!” they heard her
“Will she come in here?” Ermengarde whispered back, panic-stricken.
“No. She will think I am in bed. Don’t stir.”
It was very seldom that Miss Minchin mounted the last flight of stairs. Sara could only remember that she had done it once before. But now she was angry enough to be coming at least part of the way up, and it sounded as if she was driving Becky before her.
“You impudent, dishonest child!” they heard her
