3. Ermengarde
On t first m, Miss Ming itself to iced very sootle girl, about , rat c look as if s clever, but suredly pouting moutigail, tied ail around ing ting ared to speak to Sara, stle frigepped for , appealing eyes, anstle girl gave a startled jump, and gree red in . ears for o remember t "la mere" meant "t; and "le pere," "t;-- too muco find ening to a ly quite familiar apparently knerifles.
Sared so tail so fast t stracted ttention of Miss Mincremely cross at t, immediately pounced upon her.
"Miss St. Jo; s; do you mean by suc? Remove your elboake your ribbon out of your mout up at once!"
Upon tered s s looked as if tears o so like to be t into any fray in wable or unhappy.
"If Sara uries ago," o say, "s try ress. Ss to figrouble."
So sook rato fat, slotle Miss St. Jo glang toter to treated as a siade even Monsieur Dufarge smile in spite of unate girls eit Sara did not laugried to look as if s . Jo;le bon pain," "lee bong pang." S little temper of made itters and saupid, distressed childs face.
"It isnt funny, really," s over ;t not to laug;
ogeto talk, Sara looked for Miss St. Joely in a , so tle girls alo eace, but t Sara, and people al it.
" is your name?" she said.
to explain Miss St. Jo one must recall t a neime, a someain tire scalked t before until it fell asleep quite exed by excitement and tradictory stories. A neo discuss, an ordinary acquaintance.
"My names Ermengarde St. Jo; she answered.
"Mine is Sara Cre; said Sara. "Yours is very pretty. It sounds like a story book."
"Do you like it?" fluttered Ermengarde. "I--I like yours."
Miss St. Jorouble in life simes to y. If you languages, and ly learned by , ly expects you to be familiar ents of your lesson books at least; and it is not improbable t to be able to remember a fes of ory and to e a Frencrial to Mr. St. Jo uand ably and unmistakably dull creature whing.
"Good ; ared at ;times ;
If Eliza o learn and quick tet a tirely rikingly like al dunce of t could not be denied.
"S be made to learn," o Miss Min.
sequently Ermengarde spent ter part of ears. S t uand t ural t, ance, s and stare at ion.
"You speak Frenc you?" sfully.
Sara got on to t, h her hands clasped round her knees.
"I speak it because I all my life," s;You could speak it if you ."
"O," said Ermengarde. "I never could speak it!"
"; inquired Sara, curiously.
Ermengarde s tail wobbled.
"You no; s;Im al. I t say t;
S, and touc;You are clever, arent you?"
Sara looked out of to ttering on t, iron railings and ty brancrees. Sed a fes. S said very often t s;clever," and s had happened.
"I dont kno; s;I t tell." ttle laug.
"ould you like to see Emily?" she inquired.
"; Ermengarde asked, just as Miss Min had done.
"e up to my room and see," said Sara, her hand.
t toget upstairs.
"Is it true," Ermengarde ;is it true t you o yourself?"
"Yes," Sara ans;Papa asked Miss Minco let me ell to myself, and I dont like people to spoils it if I ten."
to Saras room by time, and Ermengarde stopped s, staring, and quite losing h.
"You make up stories!" s; you do t--as well as speak Frenc;
Sara looked at her in simple surprise.
"; s;ried?"
S her hand warningly ardes.
"Let us go very quietly to t; s;and t quite suddenly; perc;
S toucerious ed Ermengarde, t test idea meant, or o "catc; or o catcsoever s, Ermengarde fully exg. So, quite tation, siptoe along t t il tur s opening revealed te and quiet, a fire gently burning in te, and a ting in a c, apparently reading a book.
"O back to before ;Of course tning."
Ermengarde looked from o the doll and back again.
" s; shlessly.
"Yes," ans;At least I believe s least I pretend I believe s makes it seem as if it rue. e;
"No," said Ermengarde. "Never. I--tell me about it."
Sc sually stared at Sara instead of at Emily--notanding t Emily attractive doll person she had ever seen.
"Let us sit do; said Sara, "and I ell you. Its so easy t op. You just go on and on doing it als beautiful. Emily, you must listen. t. Joo ;
"O; said Ermengarde. "May I, really? Siful!" And Emily into her arms.
Never in life . Jo o go doairs.
Sara sat upon te t ratold stories of tories of India; but ed Ermengarde t alked, and and so fleo t;like lig; o the room.
"e couldnt do it," said Sara, seriously. "You see, its a kind of magic."
Once, ory of to pass over it and put out t in it made a funny, sad little sound, and t igermio do or not to do somet if stle girl, s out sobbing and g. But s.
"; Ermengarde ventured.
"Yes," Sara anser a moments silence. "But it is not in my body." tried to keep quite steady, and it ;Do you love your fat;
Ermengardes mouttle. S it seminary to say t it o you t you could love your fat you e to avoid bei alone in y for ten minutes. Sly embarrassed.
"I--I scarcely ever see ; sammered. ";
"I love mine more ten times over," Sara said. "t is w my pain is. ;
S ly dole, very still for a fees.
"So cry out loud," t Ermengarde, fearfully.
But s. , black locks tumbled about still. t lifting her head.
"I promised ," s;And I soldiers bear! Papa is a soldier. If to bear maress and, per one ;
Ermengarde could only gaze at s t so adore from anyone else.
Presently, sed tle smile.
"If I go on talking and talking," s;and telling you t pretending, I s better. You dont fet, but you bear it better."
Ermengarde did not knoears hem.
"Lavinia and Jessie are `best friends," s;I c I-- o;
"Im glad of t," said Sara. "It makes you tell you ;-- a sudden gleam lig;I ;
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