"And you gave five of 'em to a beggar child," the woman broke in on her. "I've always remembered it.  I couldn't make it out at first." She turned round to the Indian gentleman and spoke her next words to him. "I beg your pardon, sir, but there's not many young people that notices a hungry face in that way; and I've thought of it many a time.  Excuse the liberty, miss,"--to Sara--"but you look rosier and--well, better than you did that--that--"