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"
Oh
,
miss
!
oh
,
miss
!
"
she
gasped
;
"
I
know
it
was
you
that
asked
her
to
let
me
come
.
It
--
it
makes
me
cry
to
think
of
it
.
"
And
she
went
to
Sara
's
side
and
stood
and
looked
at
her
worshipingly
.
But
in
Sara
's
hungry
eyes
the
old
light
had
begun
to
glow
and
transform
her
world
for
her
.
Here
in
the
attic
--
with
the
cold
night
outside
--
with
the
afternoon
in
the
sloppy
streets
barely
passed
--
with
the
memory
of
the
awful
unfed
look
in
the
beggar
child
's
eyes
not
yet
faded
--
this
simple
,
cheerful
thing
had
happened
like
a
thing
of
magic
.
She
caught
her
breath
.
"
Somehow
,
something
always
happens
,
"
she
cried
,
"
just
before
things
get
to
the
very
worst
.
It
is
as
if
the
Magic
did
it
.
If
I
could
only
just
remember
that
always
.
The
worst
thing
never
QUITE
comes
.
"
She
gave
Becky
a
little
cheerful
shake
.
"
No
,
no
!
You
must
n't
cry
!
"
she
said
.
"
We
must
make
haste
and
set
the
table
.
"
"
Set
the
table
,
miss
?
"
said
Becky
,
gazing
round
the
room
.
"
What
'll
we
set
it
with
?
"
Sara
looked
round
the
attic
,
too
.
"
There
does
n't
seem
to
be
much
,
"
she
answered
,
half
laughing
.
That
moment
she
saw
something
and
pounced
upon
it
.
It
was
Ermengarde
's
red
shawl
which
lay
upon
the
floor
.
