Princess Sarah and Other Stories

It was not Flossie, but May, who

favourite; and if you get him into trouble with Pa, she'll give what she's brought for you to somebody else. So you just hold your tongue, Flossie, and be a bit nice to Miss Clark, and get her to say nothing about it. It isn't as if

k, and Ma's tired, I dare say; so you

said Miss Clark severely, though in her heart she was

put out with Tom, and perhaps whips him, Ma 'll go to bed and cry all night. And it wasn't as if Tom

so occupied was she in making Flossie feel how great a concession it was for her to do so

m went off to prepare for going down to dessert, whic

piece of embroidery. Sarah kept close to May, whom at present she liked best of any of the

r she had done a few stitches

Clark, with a gr

rning Miss Clark's silks over with careless fingers; "but

iss Clar

d May leant her elbows upon the table and

es have you b

ed Miss Clark,

" May inquired, w

ed, with a sigh and a smile. "But--oh, here is Flossie re

plied. "I wish Tom would be quick. I say, Sa

Miss Clark and me," put

te," Sara

you said you didn't want to go down

s, and she turned to May in the ho

a bit. She's a regular tell-tale; but she won't tell Ma, for Ma won't l

o tease Sarah, who had yet to learn the peculiar workings of a Stubbs character. T

sharply noticed and commented upon when she got downstairs, she turned obediently round and allowed Miss Cl

y piously. "Now, Miss Clark,

for a few minutes after Flossie and Tom had gone downstairs one of the maids came up and said that the mistress

my hands?" Sarah ask

ood-naturedly. "I'll go with

nt with Sarah and showed her the room she was to share with Janey and Lily, showed her where

, after Sarah had been for inspection and approval, she followed t

in the doorway. "Flossie ought to have known you would come down to dessert t

taking the chair next to Mrs. S

rapes, my dear?" Mrs.

Mr. Stubbs, who made a god of hi

"they're bitter to a child's taste;

, Auntie," said

un the risk of getting something upon her plate which she did not like, and perhaps could not eat. Poor Sarah still had a lively recollection of once helping herself to a piece of crystallised ginger when out to tea with her father. She could not bear hot things, and it seemed to her that that piece o

, and, putting it up as if to wipe her lips, ejected the pungent morsel, and at the s

r," the lady of the house had said