A Little Princess Chapter38

"I wish I was as thin as you, Sara," Ermengarde said suddenly. "I believe you are thinner than you used to be. Your eyes look so big, and look at the sharp little bones sticking out of your elbow (肘部)!"

Sara pulled down her sleeve, which had pushed itself up.

"I always was a thin child," she said bravely, "and I always had big green eyes."

"I love your queer eyes," said Ermengarde, looking into them with affectionate (深情的) admiration (赞美). "They always look as if they saw such a long way. I love them-and I love them to be green-though they look black generally."

"They are cat's eyes," laughed Sara; "but I can't see in the dark with them-because I have tried, and I couldn't-I wish I could."

It was just at this minute that something happened at the skylight which neither of them saw.

If either of them had chanced to turn and look, she would have been startled by the sight of a dark face which peered cautiously (谨慎地) into the room and disappeared as quickly and almost as silently as it had appeared.{1}

Not quite as silently, however. Sara, who had keen ears, suddenly turned a little and looked up at the roof.

"That didn't sound like Melchisedec," she said. "It wasn't scratchy (发刮擦声的) enough."

"What?" said Ermengarde, a little startled.

"Didn't you think you heard something?" asked Sara.

"No-no," Ermengarde faltered (支吾地说). "Did you?"

"Perhaps I didn't," said Sara; "but I thought I did. It sounded as if something was on the slates-something that dragged softly."

"What could it be?" said Ermengarde. "Could it be-robbers?"

"No," Sara began cheerfully. "There is nothing to steal-"

She broke off in the middle of her words. They both heard the sound that checked (抑制) her.

It was not on the slates, but on the stairs below, and it was Miss Minchin's angry voice. Sara sprang off the bed, and put out the candle.

"She is scolding Becky," she whispered, as she stood in the darkness. "She is making her cry."

"Will she come in here?" Ermengarde whispered back, panic-stricken.

"No. She will think I am in bed. Don't stir."

It was very seldom that Miss Minchin mounted the last flight of stairs. Sara could only remember that she had done it once before.

But now she was angry enough to be coming at least part of the way up, and it sounded as if she was driving Becky before her.

"You impudent (鲁莽的), dishonest child!" they heard her say. "Cook tells me she has missed things repeatedly."

"'T warn't me, mum," said Becky sobbing. "I was 'ungry enough, but 't warn't me-never!"

"You deserve to be sent to prison," said Miss Minchin's voice. "Picking and stealing! Half a meat pie, indeed!"

"'T warn't me," wept Becky. "I could 'ave eat a whole un-but I never laid a finger on it." {2}

Miss Minchin was out of breath between temper and mounting the stairs.

The meat pie had been intended for her special late supper. It became apparent (显然的) that she boxed Becky's ears.

"Don't tell falsehoods," she said. "Go to your room this instant."

Both Sara and Ermengarde heard the slap (耳光), and then heard Becky run in her slipshod shoes up the stairs and into her attic.

They heard her door shut, and knew that she threw herself upon her bed.

"I could 'ave e't two of 'em," they heard her cry into her pillow. "An' I never took a bite. 'Twas cook give it to her policeman."

Sara stood in the middle of the room in the darkness. She was clenching (咬紧) her little teeth and opening and shutting fiercely her outstretched (伸开的) hands.

She could scarcely stand still, but she dared not move until Miss Minchin had gone down the stairs and all was still.

"The wicked, cruel thing!" she burst forth.

"The cook takes things herself and then says Becky steals them. She doesn't! She doesn't! She's so hungry sometimes that she eats crusts (面包皮) out of the ash barrel (桶)!"

She pressed her hands hard against her face and burst into passionate (激动的) little sobs, and Ermengarde, hearing this unusual thing, was overawed (吓住) by it.

Sara was crying! The unconquerable (不可战胜的) Sara! It seemed to denote (表示) something new-some mood she had never known.

Suppose-suppose-a new dread possibility presented itself to her kind, slow, little mind all at once.

She crept off the bed in the dark and found her way to the table where the candle stood. She struck a match and lit the candle.

When she had lighted it, she bent forward and looked at Sara, with her new thought growing to definite fear in her eyes.

"Sara," she said in a timid, almost awe-stricken voice, "are-are-you never told me-I don't want to be rude, but-are you ever hungry?"

It was too much just at that moment. The barrier broke down. Sara lifted her face from her hands.

"Yes," she said in a new passionate way. "Yes, I am. I'm so hungry now that I could almost eat you. And it makes it worse to hear poor Becky. She's hungrier than I am." Ermengarde gasped.

"Oh, oh!" she cried woefully. "And I never knew!"

"I didn't want you to know," Sara said. "It would have made me feel like a street beggar. I know I look like a street beggar."

"No, you don't-you don't!" Ermengarde broke in. "Your clothes are a little queer-but you couldn't look like a street beggar. You haven't a street-beggar face."

"A little boy once gave me a sixpence for charity," said Sara, with a short little laugh in spite of herself.

"Here it is." And she pulled out the thin ribbon from her neck. "He wouldn't have given me his Christmas sixpence if I hadn't looked as if I needed it."

Somehow the sight of the dear little sixpence was good for both of them. It made them laugh a little, though they both had tears in their eyes.

"Who was he?" asked Ermengarde, looking at it quite as if it had not been a mere ordinary silver sixpence.

"He was a darling little thing going to a party," said Sara.

"He was one of the Large Family, the little one with the round legs-the one I call Guy Clarence. I suppose his nursery was crammed with Christmas presents and hampers full of cakes and things, and he could see I had nothing." {3}

Ermengarde gave a little jump backward. The last sentences had recalled something to her troubled mind and given her a sudden inspiration (鼓舞).

"Oh, Sara!" she cried. "What a silly thing I am not to have thought of it!"

"Of what?"

"Something splendid!" said Ermengarde, in an excited hurry. "This very afternoon my nicest aunt sent me a box. It is full of good things. I never touched it, I had so much pudding (布丁) at dinner, and I was so bothered (烦恼的) about papa's books."

Her words began to tumble over each other. "It's got cake in it, and little meat pies, and jam tarts (果馅饼) and buns, and oranges and red-currant wine, and figs (无花果) and chocolate. I'll creep back to my room and get it this minute, and we'll eat it now." {4}

Sara almost reeled (眩晕). When one is faint with hunger the mention of food has sometimes a curious effect. She clutched Ermengarde's arm.

"Do you think-you could?" she ejaculated.

"I know I could," answered Ermengarde, and she ran to the door-opened it softly-put her head out into the darkness, and listened.

Then she went back to Sara. "The lights are out. Everybody's in bed. I can creep-and creep-and no one will hear."

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