9. Melchisedec

        trio tie. S knoy meant, and ion sed mot rumored t strao Sara, but s uand o teacead of to sit in tle oe. Lotties cy    Sara said so little    seven mysteries must be made very clear if one is to uand them.

        "Are you very poor no; sially t m ook c;Are you as poor as a beggar?" S a fat o tearful eyes. "I dont    you to be as poor as a beggar."

        So cry. And Sara hurriedly soled her.

        "Beggars o live," s;I o live in."

        "; persisted Lottle. "t isnt pretty any more."

        "I live in anot; said Sara.

        "Is it a nie?" inquired Lottie. "I    to go a."

        "You must not talk," said Sara. "Miss Minc us. Sting you w;

        S already t so be able for everyted to. If t attentive, if talked, if tless, it was she who would be reproved.

        But Lottie ermined little person. If Sara    tell    in some otalked to    tened ain information t drop, sarted late oernoon on a voyage of discovery, climbing stairs sence of, until stic floor. table and looking out of a window.

        "Sara!" s. "Mamma Sara!" S because ttic    legs o ing airs.

        Sara turned round at t o be ag.    ie began to cry and any one co . Sable and ran to the child.

        "Dont cry and make a noise," s;I ss--its not suctie."

        "Isnt it?" gasped Lottie, and as s s , but sed parent to make an effort to trol    e possible t any pla urn out to be nice. " it, Sara?" s whispered.

        Sara ried to laug of fort in taring out of t eyes.

        "You    see all sorts of t see doairs," she said.

        " sort of t; demanded Lottie,    curiosity Sara could always awaken even in bigger girls.

        "Ce close to us--o t and talking to eac as if ttic e and you     all feels as    ;

        "O me see it!" cried Lottie. "Lift me up!"

        Sara lifted ood on table toget .

        Anyone    kno es spread out oed doo tter-pipes. t tered and    quite    fear. top    and quarrelled il one pecked t    to t because t door y.

        "I ;It is so close t if ttle girl in ttic, alk to eaco see eac afraid of falling."

        t from treet, t Lottie tic s, t unreal. One scarcely believed in teniss Minotence.

        "O; cried Lottie, cuddling in ;I like ttic--I like it! It is airs!"

        "Look at t sparro; o ;

        "I ; came in a little stie. "I    of a bun in my pocket; I boug erday, and I saved a bit."

        a feo an adjat cop. ly not aced to intimates in attics, and ued crumbs startled    e still and Sara cly-- almost as if s ted ality, after all.     ttie could scarcely keep still.

        "ill ; she whispered.

        "; Sara w;;

        o stopped a feing ing on t Sara and Lottie migurn out to be big cats and jump on    last    told ed at t crumb ning peck, seized it, and carried it ao ther side of his ey.

        "No;And ;

        a friend, and t ay meal over tered and ctered and exclaimed, stopping every noo put ttie and Sara. Lottie     sti fact, able auro eart o point out to ies ience of.

        "It is so little and so ; s;t it is almost like a    in a tree. ting ceiling is so funny. See, you    scarcely stand up at to e I    lie in bed and lo t flat    is like a square patc. If to stle pink clouds float about, and I feel as if I could touc rains, tter and patter as if tars, you    lie and try to t o tc takes sud just look at t tiny, rusty grate in t    t s really a beautiful little room."

        Sties ures tie see too. Lottie could alures of.

        "You see," s;t blue Indian rug on t er t little sofa, o curl up on; and just over it could be a s one could reaco cover up teo be little ones, but tiful; and table in to ea tle fat copper kettle singing on te different. It could be made soft and covered . It could be beautiful. And peril    to be let in."

        "O; cried Lottie. "I so live ;

        o go dain, and, after setting o tic, sood in t and looked about ment of tie s dingy quilt. tece y, and ttered footstool, tilted sides injured leg, t in t do for a fees a Lottie tle    as pertle more desolate after visitors e and go, leaving them behind.

        "Its a lonely place," s;Sometimes its t pla t;

        Sting iion tracted by a sliged o see tered footstool in a great    ting up on ers and sniffied manner. Some of Lotties crumbs     of his hole.

        Sara ed.     eyes, as if ion. ly so doubtful t one of ts came into her mind.

        "I dare say it is rato be a rat," s;Nobody likes you. People jump and run a, `O! I s like people to scream and jump and say, `O t traps for me, and pretend ts so different to be a sparro nobody asked t if ed to be a rat ;

        S so quietly t t o take ce.    per like t told    s a tfully bad luck for several days.    tterly, a iously dropped upon .

        "e on," said Sara; "Im not a trap. You    ille used to make friends s. Suppose I make friends ;

        is t animals uand t kno it is certain t tand. Per made of ands it. Per    al even making a sound, to anot    kne moment t .    tting on tstool    jump up and terrify s at    fall and cruso , and did not mean t ood on    eyes fixed on Sara,    sand t begin by ing erious t saying any old    s,    softly too eat t    Sara, just as tic t it touc.

        S and c making any movement. One crumb    could scarcely be called a crumb. It    t ed t piece very muc it lay quite stool and ill ratimid.

        "I believe s it to carry to ; Sara t. "If I do not stir at all, per it."

        So breaterested. t stle nearer and ate a feopped and sniffed delicately, giving a side gla t of tstool; ted at tant    fled back to ting board, and was gone.

        "I kne for ; said Sara. "I do believe I could make friends ;

        A ers o steal up to ttic, ips of    e to es. t first t Ermengarde er a little, low laugo someone.

        "t; Ermengarde ;take it and go o your ;

        Almost immediately Sara opeanding hreshold.

        "alking to, Sara?" s.

        Sara dre shing pleased and amused her.

        "You must promise not to be frig to scream t bit, or I t tell you," she answered.

        Ermengarde felt almost ined to scream on t, but mao trol tid sa Sara ainly been speaking to someone. S of gs.

        "Is it--somet will frig; simorously.

        "Some people are afraid of t; said Sara. "I    first-- but I am not no;

        "as it--a g?" quaked Ermengarde.

        "No," said Sara, laug;It ."

        Ermengarde made one bound, and landed in ttle dingy bed. Sucked    under go scream, but s.

        "O; s;A rat! A rat!"

        "I ;But you    be. I am making ame. ually kno    to see ;

        trut, as t up from t t timid creature s.

        At first Ermengarde oo muco do anyt uck up , but t of Saras posed little tenand tory of Melc appearance began at last to rouse y, and sg board.

        " run out quickly and jump on t; she said.

        "No," ans;e as c;

        So make a lo it could only ire stillness. S several times, lookiirely absorbed in it. Ermengarde t s last, evidently in respoo it, a gray-ly forte t ook and carried in t businesslike manner back to his home.

        "You see," said Sara, "t is for s ttle bits. After ;

        Ermengarde began to laugh.

        "O; s;You are queer--but you are nice."

        "I kno; admitted Sara, d I try to be nice." Stle broender look came into ;Papa al; s;but I liked it.    I    o make up t , I dont believe I could live." Stic. "Im sure I couldnt live ; she added in a low voice.

        Ermengarde erested, as s;alk about t; s;talk about Melc;

        "; said Sara. "s ened, just as    as we do?    was w;

        S doe attitude, holding her knees.

        "Besides," s;ille rat sent to be my friend. I    al a bit of bread t is quite enougo support ;

        "Is it tille yet?" asked Ermengarde, eagerly. "Do you alend it is tille?"

        "Nearly al; ans;Sometimes I try to pretend it is anot tille is generally easiest-- particularly ;

        Just at t moment Ermengarde almost jumped off tartled by a sound s inocks on the wall.

        " is t?" she exclaimed.

        Sara got up from te dramatically:

        "It is t cell."

        "Becky!" cried Ermengarde, enraptured.

        "Yes," said Sara. "Listen; t, `Prisoner, are you t;

        Simes on the wall herself, as if in answer.

        "t means, `Yes, I am ;

        Four knocks came from Beckys side of the wall.

        "t means," explained Sara, "`t."

        Ermengarde quite beamed .

        "O; s;It is like a story!"

        "It is a story," said Sara. "Everytory. You are a story--I am a story. Miss Mincory."

        And s doalked until Ermengarde fot t s of escaped prisoner o be reminded by Sara t s remain in tille all nig must steal noiselessly dain and creep bato ed bed.
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