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"
Oh
,
Sara
!
"
cried
Lottie
.
"
I
should
like
to
live
here
!
"
When
Sara
had
persuaded
her
to
go
downstairs
again
,
and
,
after
setting
her
on
her
way
,
had
come
back
to
her
attic
,
she
stood
in
the
middle
of
it
and
looked
about
her
.
The
enchantment
of
her
imaginings
for
Lottie
had
died
away
.
The
bed
was
hard
and
covered
with
its
dingy
quilt
.
The
whitewashed
wall
showed
its
broken
patches
,
the
floor
was
cold
and
bare
,
the
grate
was
broken
and
rusty
,
and
the
battered
footstool
,
tilted
sideways
on
its
injured
leg
,
the
only
seat
in
the
room
.
She
sat
down
on
it
for
a
few
minutes
and
let
her
head
drop
in
her
hands
.
The
mere
fact
that
Lottie
had
come
and
gone
away
again
made
things
seem
a
little
worse
--
just
as
perhaps
prisoners
feel
a
little
more
desolate
after
visitors
come
and
go
,
leaving
them
behind
.
"
It
's
a
lonely
place
,
"
she
said
.
"
Sometimes
it
's
the
loneliest
place
in
the
world
.
"
She
was
sitting
in
this
way
when
her
attention
was
attracted
by
a
slight
sound
near
her
.
She
lifted
her
head
to
see
where
it
came
from
,
and
if
she
had
been
a
nervous
child
she
would
have
left
her
seat
on
the
battered
footstool
in
a
great
hurry
.
A
large
rat
was
sitting
up
on
his
hind
quarters
and
sniffing
the
air
in
an
interested
manner
.
Some
of
Lottie
's
crumbs
had
dropped
upon
the
floor
and
their
scent
had
drawn
him
out
of
his
hole
.
He
looked
so
queer
and
so
like
a
gray-whiskered
dwarf
or
gnome
that
Sara
was
rather
fascinated
.
He
looked
at
her
with
his
bright
eyes
,
as
if
he
were
asking
a
question
.
He
was
evidently
so
doubtful
that
one
of
the
child
's
queer
thoughts
came
into
her
mind
.
"
I
dare
say
it
is
rather
hard
to
be
a
rat
,
"
she
mused
.
"
Nobody
likes
you
.
People
jump
and
run
away
and
scream
out
,
'
Oh
,
a
horrid
rat
!
'
I
should
n't
like
people
to
scream
and
jump
and
say
,
'
Oh
,
a
horrid
Sara
!
'
the
moment
they
saw
me
.
And
set
traps
for
me
,
and
pretend
they
were
dinner
.
It
's
so
different
to
be
a
sparrow
.
But
nobody
asked
this
rat
if
he
wanted
to
be
a
rat
when
he
was
made
.
Nobody
said
,
'
Would
n't
you
rather
be
a
sparrow
?
'
"
She
had
sat
so
quietly
that
the
rat
had
begun
to
take
courage
.
He
was
very
much
afraid
of
her
,
but
perhaps
he
had
a
heart
like
the
sparrow
and
it
told
him
that
she
was
not
a
thing
which
pounced
.
He
was
very
hungry
.
He
had
a
wife
and
a
large
family
in
the
wall
,
and
they
had
had
frightfully
bad
luck
for
several
days
.
He
had
left
the
children
crying
bitterly
,
and
felt
he
would
risk
a
good
deal
for
a
few
crumbs
,
so
he
cautiously
dropped
upon
his
feet
.
"
Come
on
,
"
said
Sara
;
"
I
'm
not
a
trap
.
You
can
have
them
,
poor
thing
!
Prisoners
in
the
Bastille
used
to
make
friends
with
rats
.
Suppose
I
make
friends
with
you
.
"
How
it
is
that
animals
understand
things
I
do
not
know
,
but
it
is
certain
that
they
do
understand
.
