A Little Princess
me to pick it up out o' the dust-bin, was it? Miss 'Meliar had throwed it away. I hadn't no
card o' my own, an' I knowed it wouldn't be a proper presink if I didn't pin a card on-- so I
pinned Miss 'Meliar's."
Sara flew at her and hugged her. She could not have told herself or anyone else why there
was a lump in her throat.
"Oh, Becky!" she cried out, with a queer little laugh, "I love you, Becky--I do, I do!"
"Oh, miss!" breathed Becky. "Thank yer, miss, kindly; it ain't good enough for that. The--
the flannin wasn't new."