Princess Sarah and Other Stories

upon the door-step, and the cabman was ju

's all over. Pore thing! Well, I'm sorry, of course, though I don't su

e old nurse, pointing severely tow

my back on my own flesh and blood--never, though perhaps I say it that shouldn't; but your pore pa, he was that awkward when he got a crotchet into his 'ead, that there was no doing aught with him. I think you favour your ma, my dear," she contin

es, her father had paid for them with the air of a prince, and with a liberality such as made dispute out of the question. Alas, poor child! if the loving father now lying white and silent in the room above had had less of that princely air, and still less of that princely instinct of hospitality and ge

ter of me, not if I know it; and so I told him. But, dear! dear! 'Ow like your pore ma you are, child! Stubbs 'll be glad of it--he never could abide

tively, feeling instinctively that she had bet

pected a question, that she was obliged to sit down

tea which the visitor had expressed herself able and willing to take. "It's bringing up the child like a

nderstand," put in th

the older woman had dashed a pail of water in her face; but she

ear, was Stubbs' ow

my uncle--my own u

you'll find. Besides, I've seven children of my own, and my 'eart feels for them that has no father nor mother to stand by 'em. And I believe in sticking to your own--everybody's not like that, Sarah, though maybe I say it that should

eat aching void in her heart, crept a shade closer to her new-f

wn?" she said, the shadows in her

ubbs, in an ecstasy of enjoyment. "Seven,

and uncles?" Sarah asked, fe

may be on your pa's side, with which I'm not familiar," said Mrs. Stubbs, with a certain air su

d there's your Uncle George--he 'as only three girls, and lives in gr

de for a fortnight, her father had said, "No, no, not Brighton," when that t

, always. Still, she's uncommon 'aughty, and maybe she 'as a right, for she married a gentleman in the City, and keeps her carriage and pair and a footman,

stir her tea round and round; "indeed, we have two, and a

speak; then she subsided into weak fits of laughter, su

d, you're just like a little 'eathen. A broom is a carriage, a close carriage, something like a fou

with some indignation; "the doctor's carria

Father always called that kind of carriage a bro-am," sh

complaisance. "Little folks can't be expected to know everything, though there are some as does expect it, and most

mewhat retrieved her character by knowing what

er cup of tea, which she s

pstairs, mum?" said the nur

in doing 'er duty," Mrs. Stubbs replied, upheaving herself from the some

r to visit that something which Sarah

w-found aunt of hers. She was very kind, Sarah decided, and would be very good to her, she knew; and yet--yet--there was so

g beside all that was left of him that had loved h

ink of that now; and I'll be a mother to his little girl just as if there'd never been a clou

she was saying