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The Visitor
"No,itwon’tmeltaway,"saidSara."IamEATINGthismuffin,andIcantasteit.Youneverreallyeatthingsindreams.Youonlythinkyouaregoingtoeatthem.Besides,Ikeepgivingmyselfpinches;andItouchedahotpieceofcoaljustnow,onpurpose."
Thesleepycomfortwhichatlengthalmostoverpoweredthemwasaheavenlything.Itwasthedrowsinessofhappy,well-fedchildhood,andtheysatinthefireglowandluxuriatedinituntilSarafoundherselfturningtolookathertransformedbed.
TherewereevenblanketsenoughtosharewithBecky.Thenarrowcouchinthenextatticwasmorecomfortablethatnightthanitsoccupanthadeverdreamedthatitcouldbe.
Asshewentoutoftheroom,Beckyturneduponthethresholdandlookedaboutherwithdevouringeyes.
"Ifitain’thereinthemornin’,miss,"shesaid,"it’sbeenheretonight,anyways,an’Ishan’tneverforgetit."Shelookedateachparticularthing,asiftocommitittomemory."ThefirewasTHERE",pointingwithherfinger,"an’thetablewasbeforeit;an’thelampwasthere,an’thelightlookedrosyred;an’therewasasatincoveronyourbed,an’awarmrugonthefloor,an’everythin’lookedbeautiful;an’"—shepausedasecond,andlaidherhandonherstomachtenderly—"thereWASsoupan’sandwichesan’muffins—thereWAS."And,withthisconvictionarealityatleast,shewentaway.
