miss,”—to Sara— “but you look rosier and—well, better than you did that—that—”
“I am better, thank you,” said Sara. “And—I am much happier— and I have come to ask you to do something for me.”
“Me, miss!” exclaimed the bun-woman, smiling cheerfully. “Why, bless you! Yes, miss. What can I do?”
And then Sara, leaning on the counter, made her little proposal concerning the dreadful days and the hungry waifs and the buns.
miss,”—to Sara— “but you look rosier and—well, better than you did that—that—”
“I am better, thank you,” said Sara. “And—I am much happier— and I have come to ask you to do something for me.”
“Me, miss!” exclaimed the bun-woman, smiling cheerfully. “Why, bless you! Yes, miss. What can I do?”
And then Sara, leaning on the counter, made her little proposal concerning the dreadful days and the hungry waifs and the buns.
