16. The Visitor
ime.
quot;Are you making somet; Becky inquired ful softness. in silence and looked into t generally meant t sory. But time s, and she shook her head.
quot;No,quot; s;I am ;
Becky stared--still respectfully. Shing Sara did and said.
quot;I cant my friend,quot; Sara explained. quot;If s to keep , it o try and find out o knoo kno;
Sopped s because t instant fell upon sometanding on a table in a corner. It o it only t tle ing-case fitted h paper and envelopes and pens and ink.
quot;O; s; before?quot;
S to t to the fire.
quot;I can e to ; s;and leave it on table. takes take it, too. I ask mind my t;
So se a note. t she said:
I t is impolite t I se te to you . Please believe I do not mean to be impolite or try to find out anyt all; only I to to me--so ory. I am so grateful to you, and I am so as t is all just as beautiful and o is to me. e used to be so lonely and cold and t you me say just t seems as if I ougo say thank you!
ttle Girl in ttic.
t morning s ttle table, and in t aken a, and s. So Becky just before t to tive beds, ion tracted by a sound at t. Becky urned o look and ening rather nervously.
quot;Somet; she whispered.
quot;Yes,quot; said Sara, slo;It sounds--rat--trying to get in.quot;
S to t. It tle sound s scratc little intruder tic once before. S very afternoon, sitting disconsolately on a table before a lemans house.
quot;Suppose,quot; sement-