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"
No
one
is
anywhere
about
,
"
she
explained
.
"
If
your
bedrooms
are
finished
,
perhaps
you
might
stay
a
tiny
while
.
I
thought
--
perhaps
--
you
might
like
a
piece
of
cake
.
"
The
next
ten
minutes
seemed
to
Becky
like
a
sort
of
delirium
.
Sara
opened
a
cupboard
,
and
gave
her
a
thick
slice
of
cake
.
She
seemed
to
rejoice
when
it
was
devoured
in
hungry
bites
.
She
talked
and
asked
questions
,
and
laughed
until
Becky
's
fears
actually
began
to
calm
themselves
,
and
she
once
or
twice
gathered
boldness
enough
to
ask
a
question
or
so
herself
,
daring
as
she
felt
it
to
be
.
"
Is
that
--
"
she
ventured
,
looking
longingly
at
the
rose-colored
frock
.
And
she
asked
it
almost
in
a
whisper
.
"
Is
that
there
your
best
?
"
"
It
is
one
of
my
dancing-frocks
,
"
answered
Sara
.
"
I
like
it
,
do
n't
you
?
"
For
a
few
seconds
Becky
was
almost
speechless
with
admiration
.
Then
she
said
in
an
awed
voice
,
"
Onct
I
see
a
princess
.
I
was
standin
'
in
the
street
with
the
crowd
outside
Covin
'
Garden
,
watchin
'
the
swells
go
inter
the
operer
.
An
'
there
was
one
everyone
stared
at
most
.
They
ses
to
each
other
,
'
That
's
the
princess
.
'
She
was
a
growed-up
young
lady
,
but
she
was
pink
all
over
--
gownd
an
'
cloak
,
an
'
flowers
an
'
all
.
I
called
her
to
mind
the
minnit
I
see
you
,
sittin
'
there
on
the
table
,
miss
.
You
looked
like
her
.
"
"
I
've
often
thought
,
"
said
Sara
,
in
her
reflecting
voice
,
"
that
I
should
like
to
be
a
princess
;
I
wonder
what
it
feels
like
.
I
believe
I
will
begin
pretending
I
am
one
.
"
Becky
stared
at
her
admiringly
,
and
,
as
before
,
did
not
understand
her
in
the
least
.
She
watched
her
with
a
sort
of
adoration
.
Very
soon
Sara
left
her
reflections
and
turned
to
her
with
a
new
question
.
"
Becky
,
"
she
said
,
"
were
n't
you
listening
to
that
story
?
"
"
Yes
,
miss
,
"
confessed
Becky
,
a
little
alarmed
again
.
"
I
knowed
I
had
n't
orter
,
but
it
was
that
beautiful
I
--
I
could
n't
help
it
.
"
"
I
liked
you
to
listen
to
it
,
"
said
Sara
.
"
If
you
tell
stories
,
you
like
nothing
so
much
as
to
tell
them
to
people
who
want
to
listen
.
I
do
n't
know
why
it
is
.
Would
you
like
to
hear
the
rest
?
"
