'Perhaps the. Indian gentleman's servants all sleep downstairs,she thought sadly.
Her life was very lonely now. She saw becky every day, of course,but they did not have much time for talking.the cook and the other servants were not friendly . Sometimes,but it was not easy for her to come often. Then one evening, sara was in her attic when she heard a noise on the roof.she looked up-and there at the open window was a small monkey.
'Oh ,you dear little thing!' Cried sara .
At once,the monkey jumped down and began to run round the room .sara laughed.she got up on the table and looked out of her window,and at the next window she saw a face-the smiling face of an indian lascar. 'Oh,cried sara,'have you got a monkey? He is in my room.'
The lascar's name was ram dass,and yes,it was his monkey.he gave sara a big smile.