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One evening a very funny thing happened--though, perhaps, in one sense it was not a funny thing at all.


"He is a poor thing," said Janet, "and he says we cheer him up. We try to cheer him up very quietly."

"Who was he?" asked Ermengarde, looking at it quite as if it had not been a mere ordinary silver sixpence.

Sara had paused in the hall, wondering if she ought to go into the room, because she had recently begun a friendly acquaintance with Lottie and might be able to quiet her. When Miss Minchin came out and saw her, she looked rather annoyed. She realized that her voice, as heard from inside the room, could not have sounded either dignified or amiable.

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"Oh, my! Oh, my!" Sara heard her say hoarsely, in wild delight. "OH my>!"<"My mamma has a diamond ring which cost forty pounds," she said. "And it is not a big one, either. If there were mines full of diamonds, people would be so rich it would be ridiculous."

She threw it over her shoulders, and put her feet into the slippers.

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"Comme elle est drole!" Mariette said to herself, and when she went downstairs she told the head housemaid about it. But she had already begun to like this odd little girl who had such an intelligent small face and such perfect manners. She had taken care of children before who were not so polite. Sara was a very fine little person, and had a gentle, appreciative way of saying, "If you please, Mariette," "Thank you, Mariette," which was very charming. Mariette told the head housemaid that she thanked her as if she was thanking a lady.

"'Twarn't for you, miss," she said hoarsely to Sara one night when she had crept into the attic--"'twarn't for you, an' the Bastille, an' bein' the prisoner in the next cell, I should die. That there does seem real now, doesn't it? The missus is more like the head jailer every day she lives. I can jest see them big keys you say she carries. The cook she's like one of the under-jailers. Tell me some more, please, miss--tell me about the subt'ranean passage we've dug under the walls."

"Oh, I am awakening," she said mournfully. "I can't help it-- I can't."


<"Can you do it, miss?" faltered Becky, regarding her with admiring eyes.She stopped and examined Ermengarde's countenance, which was beginning to look bewildered. "Don't you remember?" she demanded. "I told you about him not long ago. I believe you've forgotten."

"The Last Doll, indeed!" said Miss Minchin. "And she is mine, not yours. Everything you own is mine."





Ϲէ¡ȸ辯Ժ׹пܳΪ¢ Ermengarde gave a little jump backward. The last sentences had recalled something to her troubled mind and given her a sudden inspiration. ϸ

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Ϲɽȷ4ͷײ As she went out of the room, Becky turned upon the threshold and looked about her with devouring eyes. ϸ

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