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When
she
saw
that
--
was
n't
it
a
strange
thing
for
her
to
do
--
she
put
her
face
down
upon
the
page
and
burst
into
tears
.
"
I
do
n't
know
who
it
is
,
"
she
said
;
"
but
somebody
cares
for
me
a
little
.
I
have
a
friend
.
"
She
took
her
candle
and
stole
out
of
her
own
room
and
into
Becky
's
,
and
stood
by
her
bedside
.
"
Becky
,
Becky
!
"
she
whispered
as
loudly
as
she
dared
.
"
Wake
up
!
"
When
Becky
wakened
,
and
she
sat
upright
staring
aghast
,
her
face
still
smudged
with
traces
of
tears
,
beside
her
stood
a
little
figure
in
a
luxurious
wadded
robe
of
crimson
silk
.
The
face
she
saw
was
a
shining
,
wonderful
thing
.
The
Princess
Sara
--
as
she
remembered
her
--
stood
at
her
very
bedside
,
holding
a
candle
in
her
hand
.
"
Come
,
"
she
said
.
"
Oh
,
Becky
,
come
!
"
Becky
was
too
frightened
to
speak
.
She
simply
got
up
and
followed
her
,
with
her
mouth
and
eyes
open
,
and
without
a
word
.
And
when
they
crossed
the
threshold
,
Sara
shut
the
door
gently
and
drew
her
into
the
warm
,
glowing
midst
of
things
which
made
her
brain
reel
and
her
hungry
senses
faint
.
"
It
's
true
!
It
's
true
!
"
she
cried
.
"
I
've
touched
them
all
.
They
are
as
real
as
we
are
.
The
Magic
has
come
and
done
it
,
Becky
,
while
we
were
asleep
--
the
Magic
that
wo
n't
let
those
worst
things
EVER
quite
happen
.
"
Imagine
,
if
you
can
,
what
the
rest
of
the
evening
was
like
.
How
they
crouched
by
the
fire
which
blazed
and
leaped
and
made
so
much
of
itself
in
the
little
grate
.
How
they
removed
the
covers
of
the
dishes
,
and
found
rich
,
hot
,
savory
soup
,
which
was
a
meal
in
itself
,
and
sandwiches
and
toast
and
muffins
enough
for
both
of
them
.
The
mug
from
the
washstand
was
used
as
Becky
's
tea
cup
,
and
the
tea
was
so
delicious
that
it
was
not
necessary
to
pretend
that
it
was
anything
but
tea
.
They
were
warm
and
full-fed
and
happy
,
and
it
was
just
like
Sara
that
,
having
found
her
strange
good
fortune
real
,
she
should
give
herself
up
to
the
enjoyment
of
it
to
the
utmost
.
She
had
lived
such
a
life
of
imaginings
that
she
was
quite
equal
to
accepting
any
wonderful
thing
that
happened
,
and
almost
to
cease
,
in
a
short
time
,
to
find
it
bewildering
.
"
I
do
n't
know
anyone
in
the
world
who
could
have
done
it
,
"
she
said
;
"
but
there
has
been
someone
.
And
here
we
are
sitting
by
their
fire
--
and
--
and
--
it
's
true
!
And
whoever
it
is
--
wherever
they
are
--
I
have
a
friend
,
Becky
--
someone
is
my
friend
.
"
