til it fell asleep quite exed by excitement and contradictory stories. A neo discuss,  an ordinary acquaintance.

    quot;My names Ermengarde St. Jo; she answered.

    quot;Mine is Sara Cre; said Sara. quot;Yours is very pretty. It sounds like a story book.quot;

    quot;Do you like it?quot; fluttered Ermengarde. quot;I--I like yours.quot;

    Miss St. Jorouble in life  simes to y. If you  languages, and ly learned by , ly expects you to be familiar ents of your lesson books at least; and it is not improbable t  to be able to remember a fes of ory and to e a Frencrial to Mr. St. Jo understand ably and unmistakably dull creature whing.

    quot;Good ; ared at ;times ;

    If  Eliza o learn and quick to forget a tirely rikingly like al dunce of t could not be denied.

    quot;S be made to learn,quot; o Miss Minchin.

    Consequently Ermengarde spent ter part of ears. S t understand t ural t, ance, s and stare at ion.

    quot;You can speak Frenc you?quot; sfully.

    Sara got on to t,  h her hands clasped round her knees.

    quot;I can speak it because I  all my life,quot; s;You could speak it if you .quot;

    quot;O,quot; said Ermengarde. quot;I never could speak it!quot;

    quot;; inquired Sara, curiously.

    Ermengarde s tail wobbled.

    quot;You  no; s;Im al. I cant say t;

    S, and touc;You are clever, arent you?quot;

    Sara looked out of to ttering on t, iron railings and ty brancrees. Sed a fes. S said very often