“Miss St.John！”she exclaimed severely.“What do you mean by such conduct？Remove your elbows！Take your ribbon out of your mouth！Sit up at once！”Upon which Miss St.John gave another jump，and when Lavinia and Jessie tittered she became redder than evell.一so red，indeed，that she almost looked as if tears were coming into her poor，dull，childish eyes；and Sara saw her and was so sorry for her that she began rather to like her and want to be her friend.It was a way of hers always to want to spring into any fray in which someone was made uncomfortable or unhappy.“If Sara had been a boy and lived a few centuries ago，”her father used to say，“she would have gone about the country with her sword drawn，rescuing and defending everyone in distress.She always wants to fight when she sees people in trouble.”So she took rather a fancy to fat，slow，little Miss St.John，and kept glancing toward her through the morning.She saw that lessons were no easy matter to her，and that there was no danger of her ever being spoiled by being treated as a show pupil.Her French lesson was a pathetic thing.Her pronunciation made even Monsieur Dufarge smile in spite of himself，and Lavinia and Jessie and the more fortunate girls either giggled or looked at her in wondering disdain.But Sara did not laugh.She tried to look as if she did not hear when Miss St.John called“l(fā)e bon pain.”“l(fā)ee bong pang.”She had a fine，hot little temper of her own，and it made her feel rather savage when she heard the titters and saw the poor，stupid，distressed child’S face.

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