was no mistake about it. Each of them recognized the angry, mounting tread and knew that the end of all things had come.
“It’s—the missus!” choked Becky, and dropped her piece of cake upon the floor.
“Yes,” said Sara, her eyes growing shocked and large in her small white face. “Miss Minchin has found us out.”
Miss Minchin struck the door open with a blow of her hand. She was pale herself, but it was with rage. She
was no mistake about it. Each of them recognized the angry, mounting tread and knew that the end of all things had come.
“It’s—the missus!” choked Becky, and dropped her piece of cake upon the floor.
“Yes,” said Sara, her eyes growing shocked and large in her small white face. “Miss Minchin has found us out.”
Miss Minchin struck the door open with a blow of her hand. She was pale herself, but it was with rage. She
