cried. “Ermengarde would never have thought of such a thing. You decorated the table, I suppose—with this rubbish.” She stamped her foot at Becky. “Go to your attic!” she commanded, and Becky stole away, her face hidden in her apron, her shoulders shaking.
Then it was Sara’s turn again.
“I will attend to you tomorrow. You shall have neither breakfast, dinner, nor supper!”
“I have not had either dinner or supper today, Miss Minchin,” said Sara, rather faintly.
cried. “Ermengarde would never have thought of such a thing. You decorated the table, I suppose—with this rubbish.” She stamped her foot at Becky. “Go to your attic!” she commanded, and Becky stole away, her face hidden in her apron, her shoulders shaking.
Then it was Sara’s turn again.
“I will attend to you tomorrow. You shall have neither breakfast, dinner, nor supper!”
“I have not had either dinner or supper today, Miss Minchin,” said Sara, rather faintly.
