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Sara
got
on
to
the
window-seat
,
which
was
a
big
,
deep
one
,
and
,
tucking
up
her
feet
,
sat
with
her
hands
clasped
round
her
knees
.
"
I
can
speak
it
because
I
have
heard
it
all
my
life
,
"
she
answered
.
"
You
could
speak
it
if
you
had
always
heard
it
.
"
"
Oh
,
no
,
I
could
n't
,
"
said
Ermengarde
.
"
I
NEVER
could
speak
it
!
"
"
Why
?
"
inquired
Sara
,
curiously
.
Ermengarde
shook
her
head
so
that
the
pigtail
wobbled
.
"
You
heard
me
just
now
,
"
she
said
.
"
I
'm
always
like
that
.
I
ca
n't
SAY
the
words
.
They
're
so
queer
.
"
She
paused
a
moment
,
and
then
added
with
a
touch
of
awe
in
her
voice
,
"
You
are
CLEVER
,
are
n't
you
?
"
Sara
looked
out
of
the
window
into
the
dingy
square
,
where
the
sparrows
were
hopping
and
twittering
on
the
wet
,
iron
railings
and
the
sooty
branches
of
the
trees
.
She
reflected
a
few
moments
.
She
had
heard
it
said
very
often
that
she
was
"
clever
,
"
and
she
wondered
if
she
was
--
and
IF
she
was
,
how
it
had
happened
.
"
I
do
n't
know
,
"
she
said
.
"
I
ca
n't
tell
.
"
Then
,
seeing
a
mournful
look
on
the
round
,
chubby
face
,
she
gave
a
little
laugh
and
changed
the
subject
.
"
Would
you
like
to
see
Emily
?
"
she
inquired
.
