her hands hanging stiffly clenched at her sides. She looked as if she was trying to lift some enormous weight.
“What is the matter, Becky?” Sara cried. “What are you doing?”
Becky opened her eyes with a start.
“I was a-‘pretendin’,’ miss,” she answered a little sheepishly; “I was tryin’ to see it like you do. I almost did,” with a hopeful grin. “But it takes a lot o’ stren’th.”
“Perhaps it does if you are not used to it,
her hands hanging stiffly clenched at her sides. She looked as if she was trying to lift some enormous weight.
“What is the matter, Becky?” Sara cried. “What are you doing?”
Becky opened her eyes with a start.
“I was a-‘pretendin’,’ miss,” she answered a little sheepishly; “I was tryin’ to see it like you do. I almost did,” with a hopeful grin. “But it takes a lot o’ stren’th.”
“Perhaps it does if you are not used to it,
