” she suggested, with a glance round the attic—“is it the Bastille now—or has it turned into somethin’ different?”
“Oh, yes, yes!” said Sara. “Quite different. It is a banquet hall!”
“My eye, miss!” ejaculated Becky. “A blanket ‘all!” and she turned to view the splendors about her with awed bewilderment.
“A banquet hall,” said Sara. “A vast chamber where feasts are given. It has a vaulted roof, and a minstrels’ gallery,
” she suggested, with a glance round the attic—“is it the Bastille now—or has it turned into somethin’ different?”
“Oh, yes, yes!” said Sara. “Quite different. It is a banquet hall!”
“My eye, miss!” ejaculated Becky. “A blanket ‘all!” and she turned to view the splendors about her with awed bewilderment.
“A banquet hall,” said Sara. “A vast chamber where feasts are given. It has a vaulted roof, and a minstrels’ gallery,
