“I’ll tell you what, Sara,” she said. “Pretend you are a princess now and this is a royal feast.”
“But it’s your feast,” said Sara; “you must be the princess, and we will be your maids of honor.”
“Oh, I can’t,” said Ermengarde. “I’m too fat, and I don’t know how. YOU be her.”
“Well, if you want me to,” said Sara.
But suddenly she thought of something else and ran to the rusty grate.
“There is a lot of paper and
“I’ll tell you what, Sara,” she said. “Pretend you are a princess now and this is a royal feast.”
“But it’s your feast,” said Sara; “you must be the princess, and we will be your maids of honor.”
“Oh, I can’t,” said Ermengarde. “I’m too fat, and I don’t know how. YOU be her.”
“Well, if you want me to,” said Sara.
But suddenly she thought of something else and ran to the rusty grate.
“There is a lot of paper and
