Her pretty feet were hidden in the tan-coloured , buttoned Paris boots which were the secret envy of every school girl in Carlisle . But Sara Ray was not happy . Her face was so melancholy that the Story Girl lost patience with her . The Story Girl herself was not altogether at ease . Probably her own conscience was troubling her . But admit it she would not . `` Now , Sara , '' she said , `` you just take my advice and go into this with all your heart if you go at all . Never mind if it is bad . There 's no use being naughty if you spoil your fun by wishing all the time you were good . You can repent afterwards , but there is no use in mixing the two things together . '' `` I 'm not repenting , '' protested Sara . `` I 'm only scared of ma finding it out . '' `` Oh ! '' The Story Girl 's voice expressed her scorn . For remorse she had understanding and sympathy ; but fear of her fellow creatures was something unknown to her . `` Did n't Judy Pineau promise you solemnly she would n't tell ? '' `` Yes ; but maybe some one who sees me there will mention it to ma . '' `` Well , if you 're so scared you 'd better not go . It is n't too late . Here 's your own gate , '' said Cecily .
But Sara could not give up the delights XXXXX the show .
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