"Will you--tell me--about the diamond mines?" "The diamond mines?" broke out Lavinia. "Nasty, little spoiled thing, I should like to her!" Sara got up quickly on her feet. It must be remembered that she had been very deeply absorbed in the book about the Bastille, and she had had to recall several things rapidly when she realized that she must go and take care of her adopted child. She was not an angel, and she was not fond of Lavinia. "Well," she said, with some fire, "I should like to slap --but I don't want to slap you!" restraining herself. "At least I both want to slap you--and I should to slap you--but I won't slap you. We are not little gutter children. We are both old enough to know better."