"You are nicer than I am," said Sara. "I was too proud to try and make friends. You see, now that trials have come, they have shown that I am a nice child. I was afraid they would. Perhaps"--wrinkling her forehead wisely--"that is what they were sent for." "I don't see any good in them," said Ermengarde stoutly. "Neither do I--to speak the truth," admitted Sara, frankly. "But I suppose there be good in things, even if we don't see it. There "--doubtfully--"be good in Miss Minchin."