Sara looked out of the window into the dingy square, where the sparrows were hopping and twittering on the wet, iron railings and the sooty branches of the trees.

She reflected a few moments.

She had heard it said very often that she was " clever, " and she wondered if she was—and IF she was, how it had happened.

" I don't know, " she said.

" I can't tell" .

Then, seeing a mournful look on the round, chubby face, she gave a little laugh and changed the subject.

" Would you like to see Emily" ?

she inquired.

" Who is Emily" ?

Ermengarde asked, just as Miss Minchin had done.