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Ermengarde
gasped
.
"
Oh
,
oh
!
"
she
cried
woefully
.
"
And
I
never
knew
!
"
"
I
did
n't
want
you
to
know
,
"
Sara
said
.
"
It
would
have
made
me
feel
like
a
street
beggar
.
I
know
I
look
like
a
street
beggar
.
"
"
No
,
you
do
n't
--
you
do
n't
!
"
Ermengarde
broke
in
.
"
Your
clothes
are
a
little
queer
--
but
you
could
n't
look
like
a
street
beggar
.
You
have
n't
a
street-beggar
face
.
"
"
A
little
boy
once
gave
me
a
sixpence
for
charity
,
"
said
Sara
,
with
a
short
little
laugh
in
spite
of
herself
.
"
Here
it
is
.
"
And
she
pulled
out
the
thin
ribbon
from
her
neck
.
"
He
would
n't
have
given
me
his
Christmas
sixpence
if
I
had
n't
looked
as
if
I
needed
it
.
"
Somehow
the
sight
of
the
dear
little
sixpence
was
good
for
both
of
them
.
It
made
them
laugh
a
little
,
though
they
both
had
tears
in
their
eyes
.
"
Who
was
he
?
"
asked
Ermengarde
,
looking
at
it
quite
as
if
it
had
not
been
a
mere
ordinary
silver
sixpence
.
"
He
was
a
darling
little
thing
going
to
a
party
,
"
said
Sara
.
"
He
was
one
of
the
Large
Family
,
the
little
one
with
the
round
legs
--
the
one
I
call
Guy
Clarence
.
I
suppose
his
nursery
was
crammed
with
Christmas
presents
and
hampers
full
of
cakes
and
things
,
and
he
could
see
I
had
nothing
.
"
Ermengarde
gave
a
little
jump
backward
.
The
last
sentences
had
recalled
something
to
her
troubled
mind
and
given
her
a
sudden
inspiration
.
"
Oh
,
Sara
!
"
she
cried
.
"
What
a
silly
thing
I
am
not
to
have
thought
of
it
!
"
