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description. And occasionally they exchanged a few words. She learned that it was true that the Sahib was very rich--that he was ill--and also that he had no wife nor children, and that England did not agree with the monkey. "He must be as lonely as I am," thought Sara. "Being rich does not seem to make him happy." That evening, as she passed the windows, the Lascar was closing the shutters, and she caught a glimpse of the room inside. There was a bright fire glowing in the grate, and the Indian Gentleman was sitting before it, in a luxurious chair. The room was richly furnished, and looked delightfully comfortable, but the Indian Gentleman sat with his head resting on his hand, and looked as lonely and unhappy as ever. "Poor man!" said Sara; "I wonder what you are `supposing'?" When she went into the house she met Miss Minchin in the hall. "Where have you wasted your time?" said Miss Minchin. "You have been out for hours!" "It was so wet and muddy," Sara answered. "It was hard to walk, because my shoes were so bad and slipped about so." "Make no excuses," said Miss Minchin, "and tell no falsehoods." Sara went downstairs to the kitchen. "Why didn't you stay all night?" said the cook. "Here are the things," said Sara, and laid her purchases on the table. The cook looked over them, grumbling. She was in a very bad temper indeed. "May I have something to eat?" Sara asked rather faintly. "Tea's over and done with," was the answer. "Did you expect me to keep it hot for you?" Sara was silent a second. "I had no dinner," she said, and her voice was quite low. She made it low, because she was afraid it would tremble. "There's some bread in the pantry," said the cook. "That's all you'll get at this time of day." Sara went and found the bread. It was old and hard and dry. The cook was in too bad a humor to give her anything to eat with it. She had just been scolded by Miss Minchin, and it was always safe and easy to vent her own spite on Sara. Really it was hard for the child to climb the three long flights of stairs leading to her garret. She often found them long and steep when she was tired, but to-night it seemed as if she would never reach the top. Several times a lump rose in her throat and she was obliged to stop to rest. "I can't pretend anything more to-night," she said wearily to herself. "I'm sure I can't. I'll eat my bread and drink some water and then go to sleep, and perh
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