There she found two doors near each other,and opening one,she saw her beloved Sara standing upon an old table and looking out of a window.
"Sara!"she cried,aghast."Mamma Sara!"She was aghast because the attic was so bare and ugly and seemed so far away from all the world.
Her short legs had seemed to have been mounting hundreds of stairs.
Sara turned round at the sound of her voice.It was her turn to be aghast.What would happen now?If Lottie began to cry and any one chanced to hear,they were both lost.She jumped down from her table and ran to the child.
"Don't cry and make a noise,"she implored."I shall be scolded if you do,and I have been scolded all day.It's--it's not such a bad room,Lottie."
"Isn't it?"gasped Lottie,and as she looked round it she bit her lip.
She was a spoiled child yet,but she was fond enough of her adopted parent to make an effort to control herself for her sake.
Then,somehow,it was quite possible that any place in which Sara lived might turn out to be nice."Why isn't it,Sara?"she almost whispered.
Sara hugged her close and tried to laugh.There was a sort of comfort in the warmth of the plump,childish body.She had had a hard day and had been staring out of the windows with hot eyes.
"You can see all sorts of things you can't see downstairs,"
she said.
"What sort of things?"demanded Lottie,with that cu{ri}osity Sara could always awaken even in bigger girls.
"Chimneys--quite close to us--with smoke curling up in wreaths and clouds and going up into the sky--and sparrows hopping about and talking to each other just as if they were people--and other attic windows where heads may pop out any minute and you can wonder who they belong to.And it all feels as high up--as if it was another world."
"Oh,let me see it!"cried Lottie."Lift me up!"
Sara lifted her up,and they stood on the old table together and leaned on the edge of the flat window in the roof,and looked out.