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"
I
'm
allus
hungry
,
"
was
the
answer
,
"
but
'
t
ai
n't
as
bad
as
it
was
.
"
"
Come
in
here
,
"
said
the
woman
,
and
she
held
open
the
shop
door
.
The
child
got
up
and
shuffled
in
.
To
be
invited
into
a
warm
place
full
of
bread
seemed
an
incredible
thing
.
She
did
not
know
what
was
going
to
happen
.
She
did
not
care
,
even
.
"
Get
yourself
warm
,
"
said
the
woman
,
pointing
to
a
fire
in
the
tiny
back
room
.
"
And
look
here
;
when
you
are
hard
up
for
a
bit
of
bread
,
you
can
come
in
here
and
ask
for
it
.
I
'm
blest
if
I
wo
n't
give
it
to
you
for
that
young
one
's
sake
.
"
*
*
*
Sara
found
some
comfort
in
her
remaining
bun
.
At
all
events
,
it
was
very
hot
,
and
it
was
better
than
nothing
.
As
she
walked
along
she
broke
off
small
pieces
and
ate
them
slowly
to
make
them
last
longer
.
"
Suppose
it
was
a
magic
bun
,
"
she
said
,
"
and
a
bite
was
as
much
as
a
whole
dinner
.
I
should
be
overeating
myself
if
I
went
on
like
this
.
"
It
was
dark
when
she
reached
the
square
where
the
Select
Seminary
was
situated
.
The
lights
in
the
houses
were
all
lighted
.
The
blinds
were
not
yet
drawn
in
the
windows
of
the
room
where
she
nearly
always
caught
glimpses
of
members
of
the
Large
Family
.
Frequently
at
this
hour
she
could
see
the
gentleman
she
called
Mr.
Montmorency
sitting
in
a
big
chair
,
with
a
small
swarm
round
him
,
talking
,
laughing
,
perching
on
the
arms
of
his
seat
or
on
his
knees
or
leaning
against
them
.
This
evening
the
swarm
was
about
him
,
but
he
was
not
seated
.
On
the
contrary
,
there
was
a
good
deal
of
excitement
going
on
.
It
was
evident
that
a
journey
was
to
be
taken
,
and
it
was
Mr.
Montmorency
who
was
to
take
it
.
A
brougham
stood
before
the
door
,
and
a
big
portmanteau
had
been
strapped
upon
it
.
The
children
were
dancing
about
,
chattering
and
hanging
on
to
their
father
.
The
pretty
rosy
mother
was
standing
near
him
,
talking
as
if
she
was
asking
final
questions
.
Sara
paused
a
moment
to
see
the
little
ones
lifted
up
and
kissed
and
the
bigger
ones
bent
over
and
kissed
also
.
"
I
wonder
if
he
will
stay
away
long
,
"
she
thought
.
"
The
portmanteau
is
rather
big
.
Oh
,
dear
,
how
they
will
miss
him
!
I
shall
miss
him
myself
--
even
though
he
does
n't
know
I
am
alive
.
"
