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It Is the Child!
Shecarriedthemonkeyinherarms,andheevidentlydidnotintendtopartfromher,ifitcouldbehelped.Hewasclingingtoherandchattering,andtheinterestingexcitementoffindingherselfintheIndiangentleman’sroomhadbroughtaflushtoSara’scheeks.
"Yourmonkeyranawayagain,"shesaid,inherprettyvoice."Hecametomygarretwindowlastnight,andItookhiminbecauseitwassocold.Iwouldhavebroughthimbackifithadnotbeensolate.Iknewyouwereillandmightnotliketobedisturbed."
TheIndiangentleman’sholloweyesdweltonherwithcuriousinterest.
"Thatwasverythoughtfulofyou,"hesaid.
SaralookedtowardRamDass,whostoodnearthedoor.
"ShallIgivehimtotheLascar?"sheasked.
"HowdoyouknowheisaLascar?"saidtheIndiangentleman,smilingalittle.
"Oh,IknowLascars,"Sarasaid,handingoverthereluctantmonkey."IwasborninIndia."
TheIndiangentlemansatuprightsosuddenly,andwithsuchachangeofexpression,thatshewasforamomentquitestartled.
"YouwereborninIndia,"heexclaimed,"wereyou?Comehere."Andheheldouthishand.
Sarawenttohimandlaidherhandinhis,asheseemedtowanttotakeit.Shestoodstill,andhergreen-grayeyesmethiswonderingly.Somethingseemedtobethematterwithhim.
"Youlivenextdoor?"hedemanded.
"Yes;IliveatMissMinchin’sseminary."
"Butyouarenotoneofherpupils?"
AstrangelittlesmilehoveredaboutSara’smouth.Shehesitatedamoment.
