' Please, ' said sara. she took becky' s hand. ' You' re only a little girl, like me. let' s be friends. '
And so becky. Nobody knew about this, of course. Rich little girls at miss minchin' s school did not make friends with servant- gils, and it was a wonderful thing for becky. Nearly every day she and sara met in sara' s bedroom, just for five or ten minutes. Becky was always hungry , and sara often bought nice things for her to eat. they sat and tlaked, and sometimes sara told Becky some of her stories. becky loved that.
' Oh, miss, ' she said. ' You tell them so beautifully ! Sometimes I like your stories better than things to eat. '
And after those visits to sara' s room, Becky always felt better - not so tired, and not so hungry.