one is faint with hunger the mention of food has sometimes a curious effect. She clutched Ermengarde’s arm.
“Do you think—you COULD?” she ejaculated.
“I know I could,” answered Ermengarde, and she ran to the door— opened it softly—put her head out into the darkness, and listened. Then she went back to Sara. “The lights are out. Everybody’s in bed. I can creep—and creep—and no one will hear.”
It was so delightful that
one is faint with hunger the mention of food has sometimes a curious effect. She clutched Ermengarde’s arm.
“Do you think—you COULD?” she ejaculated.
“I know I could,” answered Ermengarde, and she ran to the door— opened it softly—put her head out into the darkness, and listened. Then she went back to Sara. “The lights are out. Everybody’s in bed. I can creep—and creep—and no one will hear.”
It was so delightful that
