"Well, you'd better go now. I'll be in the garden with Hortense
to-morrow. You know, the same place. You'd better have it, that's all.
And don't go on crying, or your mother will think I made you. What's
there to cry about? No one will eat you."
"It's stealing."
"I dare say it belongs to you, and, anyway, it will when your mother
dies, so what _does_ it matter? You _are_ a baby!"
After Mary's departure Sarah sat for a long while alone in her nursery.
She thought to herself: "Mary will be going home now and she'll be
snuffling to herself all the way back, and she won't tell the nurse
anything, I know that. Now she's in the hall. She's upstairs now, having
her things taken off. She's stopped crying, but her eyes and nose are
red. She looks very ugly. She's gone to find Alice. She thinks something
has happened to her. She begins to cry again when she sees her, and she
begins to talk to her about it. Fancy talking to a cat...."
The room was swallowed in darkness, and when Hortense came in and found
Sarah sitting alone there, she thought to herself that, in spite of the
profits that she secured from her mistress she would find another
situation.
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