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At
first
Ermengarde
was
too
much
alarmed
to
do
anything
but
huddle
in
a
heap
upon
the
bed
and
tuck
up
her
feet
,
but
the
sight
of
Sara
's
composed
little
countenance
and
the
story
of
Melchisedec
's
first
appearance
began
at
last
to
rouse
her
curiosity
,
and
she
leaned
forward
over
the
edge
of
the
bed
and
watched
Sara
go
and
kneel
down
by
the
hole
in
the
skirting
board
.
"
He
--
he
wo
n't
run
out
quickly
and
jump
on
the
bed
,
will
he
?
"
she
said
.
"
No
,
"
answered
Sara
.
"
He
's
as
polite
as
we
are
.
He
is
just
like
a
person
.
Now
watch
!
"
She
began
to
make
a
low
,
whistling
sound
--
so
low
and
coaxing
that
it
could
only
have
been
heard
in
entire
stillness
.
She
did
it
several
times
,
looking
entirely
absorbed
in
it
.
Ermengarde
thought
she
looked
as
if
she
were
working
a
spell
.
And
at
last
,
evidently
in
response
to
it
,
a
gray-whiskered
,
bright-eyed
head
peeped
out
of
the
hole
.
Sara
had
some
crumbs
in
her
hand
.
She
dropped
them
,
and
Melchisedec
came
quietly
forth
and
ate
them
.
A
piece
of
larger
size
than
the
rest
he
took
and
carried
in
the
most
businesslike
manner
back
to
his
home
.
"
You
see
,
"
said
Sara
,
"
that
is
for
his
wife
and
children
.
He
is
very
nice
.
He
only
eats
the
little
bits
.
After
he
goes
back
I
can
always
hear
his
family
squeaking
for
joy
.
There
are
three
kinds
of
squeaks
.
One
kind
is
the
children
's
,
and
one
is
Mrs.
Melchisedec
's
,
and
one
is
Melchisedec
's
own
.
"
Ermengarde
began
to
laugh
.
"
Oh
,
Sara
!
"
she
said
.
"
You
ARE
queer
--
but
you
are
nice
.
"
"
I
know
I
am
queer
,
"
admitted
Sara
,
cheerfully
;
"
and
I
TRY
to
be
nice
.
"
She
rubbed
her
forehead
with
her
little
brown
paw
,
and
a
puzzled
,
tender
look
came
into
her
face
.
"
Papa
always
laughed
at
me
,
"
she
said
;
"
but
I
liked
it
.
He
thought
I
was
queer
,
but
he
liked
me
to
make
up
things
.
I
--
I
ca
n't
help
making
up
things
.
If
I
did
n't
,
I
do
n't
believe
I
could
live
.
"
She
paused
and
glanced
around
the
attic
.
"
I
'm
sure
I
could
n't
live
here
,
"
she
added
in
a
low
voice
.
Ermengarde
was
interested
,
as
she
always
was
.
"
When
you
talk
about
things
,
"
she
said
,
"
they
seem
as
if
they
grew
real
.
You
talk
about
Melchisedec
as
if
he
was
a
person
.
"
