Princess Sarah and Other Stories

this time of the year. Usually, indeed, they went a week or so earlier, but Mrs. Stubbs being at Bridgehampton, Miss Clar

ttended to. I knew it was no use getting the child anything but a black frock in that old-fashioned Bridge'amp

had arranged about the white frocks for her own children, Mrs. Stubbs began to lay in a stock

surveyed the pile of stockings, petticoats, gloves, sash-ribbons, pocket-

he shingle and going donkey-rides, and such like. You must be tidy, you know, Sarah. And I told you" (in an under

boots, smart pinafores, a pretty, light summer jacket, and two ha

bbs inquired, pausing as they went out o

, Auntie; and I had

believe in bronchitis and doctors' bills; waste

pressed it; but until now, poor child, she had never dared to think it might ever be more than a dream--that it might come to be a possibi

, with a sob of delight, "w

d, fearing the child was going to break down. "Be

h whispered back; "but if only

. "But come, Sarah, my dear, let us try your

d begged Mrs. Stubbs not to hurry herself. But time was passing, and

but so warm and cosy, and so entirely to her liking, that, in spite of the sultry day, the child would willingly have kept it on and gone home

young folk's dinner, but not without a petition from Ma

ur dinner!" excla

er mother so. "And Sarah ought to have an ice the

n, and stopped the carriage at a

aid May. "Which are yo

ad never tasted an ice in her life, and

d May, "and then we can hel

they should change about. Sarah did not find the Vanilla ice nearly so much to her liking as the strawberry one had been; but not l

some sweets,

rticularly after having spent so much money as her aunt must have done for the clothes

a wonderful knack of smoothing the path of daily life for herself. Mrs. Stubbs

her. And she's sure to ask if we had ices, and, you know we can't either of us tell a story abou

I'll never tell you a

he and Tom were at it last night--calling her Princess Sarah--her

d Sarah, trying t

bs asked, listening in a way that was rare with

a bit more boisterous than usual, and poor Miss Clark didn't feel very well, and it tried her, you know. And Sarah was sitting by me, and very quiet, and Miss Clark happened to say she behaved like a princess--and so she did. And Tom took it up--Princess Sarah, of Nowhere; her Roy

ite sister, and Pa'd never forgive a slight that was put on her little girl. It isn't," said Mrs. Stubbs, warming to her subject, "any fault of Sarah's that she's left, at nine years old, without a father, or a mother, or a 'ome; and it's no credit of any of yours that you've got a

ravely, though her lips were trembling and her eyes were moist. "I

s a little 'ard on Flossie she should have to stop at 'ome, but I can't do with more than three in the broom--it gets

tting alone in an inner room--to choose the swee

she said; "but I am glad May told me of this. If anything goes wrong with you, you tel