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Sara
went
and
found
the
bread
.
It
was
old
and
hard
and
dry
.
The
cook
was
in
too
vicious
a
humor
to
give
her
anything
to
eat
with
it
.
It
was
always
safe
and
easy
to
vent
her
spite
on
Sara
.
Really
,
it
was
hard
for
the
child
to
climb
the
three
long
flights
of
stairs
leading
to
her
attic
.
She
often
found
them
long
and
steep
when
she
was
tired
;
but
tonight
it
seemed
as
if
she
would
never
reach
the
top
.
Several
times
she
was
obliged
to
stop
to
rest
.
When
she
reached
the
top
landing
she
was
glad
to
see
the
glimmer
of
a
light
coming
from
under
her
door
.
That
meant
that
Ermengarde
had
managed
to
creep
up
to
pay
her
a
visit
.
There
was
some
comfort
in
that
.
It
was
better
than
to
go
into
the
room
alone
and
find
it
empty
and
desolate
.
The
mere
presence
of
plump
,
comfortable
Ermengarde
,
wrapped
in
her
red
shawl
,
would
warm
it
a
little
.
Yes
;
there
Ermengarde
was
when
she
opened
the
door
.
She
was
sitting
in
the
middle
of
the
bed
,
with
her
feet
tucked
safely
under
her
.
She
had
never
become
intimate
with
Melchisedec
and
his
family
,
though
they
rather
fascinated
her
.
When
she
found
herself
alone
in
the
attic
she
always
preferred
to
sit
on
the
bed
until
Sara
arrived
.
She
had
,
in
fact
,
on
this
occasion
had
time
to
become
rather
nervous
,
because
Melchisedec
had
appeared
and
sniffed
about
a
good
deal
,
and
once
had
made
her
utter
a
repressed
squeal
by
sitting
up
on
his
hind
legs
and
,
while
he
looked
at
her
,
sniffing
pointedly
in
her
direction
.
"
Oh
,
Sara
,
"
she
cried
out
,
"
I
am
glad
you
have
come
.
Melchy
WOULD
sniff
about
so
.
I
tried
to
coax
him
to
go
back
,
but
he
would
n't
for
such
a
long
time
.
I
like
him
,
you
know
;
but
it
does
frighten
me
when
he
sniffs
right
at
me
.
Do
you
think
he
ever
WOULD
jump
?
"
"
No
,
"
answered
Sara
.
Ermengarde
crawled
forward
on
the
bed
to
look
at
her
.
"
You
DO
look
tired
,
Sara
,
"
she
said
;
"
you
are
quite
pale
.
"
"
I
AM
tired
,
"
said
Sara
,
dropping
on
to
the
lopsided
footstool
.
"
Oh
,
there
's
Melchisedec
,
poor
thing
.
He
's
come
to
ask
for
his
supper
.
"
Melchisedec
had
come
out
of
his
hole
as
if
he
had
been
listening
for
her
footstep
.
Sara
was
quite
sure
he
knew
it
.
He
came
forward
with
an
affectionate
,
expectant
expression
as
Sara
put
her
hand
in
her
pocket
and
turned
it
inside
out
,
shaking
her
head
.
"
I
'm
very
sorry
,
"
she
said
.
"
I
have
n't
one
crumb
left
.
Go
home
,
Melchisedec
,
and
tell
your
wife
there
was
nothing
in
my
pocket
.
I
'm
afraid
I
forgot
because
the
cook
and
Miss
Minchin
were
so
cross
.
"
