"It doesn't matter the least bit." "I didn't go to do it, miss," protested Becky. "It was the warm fire--an' me bein' so tired. It--it WASN'T imper{}ence!" Sara broke into a friendly little laugh, and put her hand on her shoulder. "You were tired," she said; "you could not help it. You are not really awake yet." How poor Becky stared at her! In fact, she had never heard such a nice, friendly sound in anyone's voice before. She was used to being ordered about and ...