Sara, a Princess

to rouse herself, and she began to look about her with despairing eyes. Friends, so far, had been most kind, and the little family had never actually suf

counted on, but not much besides; for his share in the last fishing-expedition, promptly paid over by Jas

r feeling had often been that of a mother-bird, wearied by a long day's search for worms, who always finds t

re one day, waiting for the children to come home from school. "T

f the sleeping baby were well cove

cared for, and the baby above all,-what can one do when there's a baby to look after? I suppose some would say, ask her people to take him; but who is there? Her mother is dead, and her father a deaf old man who can't live long; she had no sisters, and her brothers are sailors who are off all the time. There's onl

ong, silent gaz

Does he treat us as I sometimes do baby-corner us all up till there's only one way to go

her brooding had become almost actual dreaming, when the door swung back with a bang, and the two children

a! make hi

the midst of them, and shivered into a dozen pieces. It had been one of the proud possessions of their own mother when she came to the house as a bride, and was the principal ornament of t

barbarism clinging to our souls; and Sara now stood, pale and aghast as the others, looking at that fateful, shattered glass! The baby, thus rudely awakened,

, of course, but we're g

, rather

on, help me gather up the bits." While Morton, who was alrea

Sara, to have things keep ha

d it seemed as if some awful Thing, instead of the God of love, sat up aloft mocking at her wretchedness; and she felt for the instant, as she crossed t

rt, which overcome us all at times of utter wretchedness,-then, just as she laid hand

ned; wh

ed in between, and now held it up with shaking hands and shining eyes. It was a neat pile of greenbacks, laid out straight and t

his hands. Twice she counted it; could it be possible? Here were t

uffering; and the Thing up aloft became

an instant distracted Sara's attention, as she sprang to steady her, and catch the

g just right about things, and I de

it doesn't me!" cried M

new dress, an

, storm a

tormy

s glass. Morton, you see poor mother did divide that money, after all. I presume she left out just a few dollars for every-day ex

broken looking-glasses don't always mean that somebody's going to

at gladness made her eyes brilliant, "only I guess we aren't forgotten, after all! I want

contrary, but I'll try;" and as he spoke, she saw him select a sliver of the broken glass, and, wr

for, Morton?" sh

little, then

elt that the whole circumstance must

eft, which, being cracked, gave her such a resemblance to a certain old fisherman with a broken nose, who was her special aversion, that she

lt that she had been a traitor to her Kingly Father, and took the pretty little

e said, "until I have done somet

the old neighbors and friends of the Olmstead family. Possibly they were a trifle jealous of Sara's looks and bearing; it may be those who had predicted failure for her, "because them as keeps so stiddy to books ain't apt to hev much sense at things w

closely to her studies and home duties, until the neighbors had some excuse for

s usual, and casting a hasty glance abo

I thort as how ye mought be lonesome, so I come over an' br

ondering what Mrs. Updyke would think if she should confess that she scarcely knew

a keen glance at the little fellow, who was happily dr

nicely now, and can say 'Monnie,' and 'Mawta,' an

yes; I made some out of father's old

Hope they fit

s it was far neater than her own, she could not reaso

ld's M

next s

be a big boy

good one! He is a

oys o' twelve airns their

ooling yet, though, indeed, he often does odd jobs on a Saturday that bring i

yther didn't hev much o' it to boast on, an' see what a good pervider he was.

nose seemed determined to root out anything that might escape them. Just then Molly came in breezily, her curls flying, and her cheeks a bright pink, and, seeing

ba Osterhaus and Betty Pulcher were crossing the stree

" beginning to wind up her yarn hurried

I think so; I didn't as

t little stuck-up M

nt in th

hy don't ye come over ever? When ye want advice, or anythin', I'm allers there," and the woman ambled swiftly away, having quite forgotten the lecture

to a chair, and

ck, though? Say, Sara, what

e's a good soul,

en! I'll tell you what she's like-an old rabbit in a cap. She ke

y! Mo

him it was a shame for him to 'set araound, a-livin' on his sister, and he ought to get a berth in one of the fishing-smacks, and would

on't have it. He's too young, and hasn't had half schoo

ying this excitement in

ve you to tend Neddie. Oh, why can

outer wraps, when a stamping outside the door arrested her, and in a momen

ething in his expression which made her cr

ng?

h!" she commanded

n Molly with

tattling? I'l

Sara; you didn't

one, if I had! You never kep

!" her pout melting swiftl

t, I'd lik

and you never could!" at which comforting remembrance she broke

sdainful gesture, only to meet S

," he answered dogg

rength seemed to go out of her, an

or once forgetting even grammati

; he's going out in a week

en times a day; then you'll have all the dirty work to do, day and night, and be sent aloft where a cat couldn't cling, with the boat pitching like a sturgeon, and, as l

utly. "Anybody'd think

ldren sat still and watched her, awed into silence. At length she stopped before them, and seated herself in the chair which had

e once said,-but, listen, Morton! It wasn't because he was a fisherman, but in spite of it; for, though it is a life that makes men brave, sturdy, fe

ndenning was as brave as the best of our fishermen, and dared face any storm, but how kind he was, and gentle! How respectful to

he's too poor; a man's got to have at least a hundred dol

oked slowly from one to the

od-for-nothing, Sara, and I can't stand it! Besid

flashing. "Go at once and tell hi

xed into almost anything, was worse than a mule when driven. Now the dogged look sh

ebody older and bigger'n you to stop me, too! So 'forbid' till you're

knew only too well that Morton would have the support of nearly all their friends in Killamet, who could see no r

associated with city "lubbers" who came down to spy out the land-and sea-in their ridiculous knickerbockers and helmets, and who did not know a jib from a spanker, or had any idea when a sailor spoke of the "hull"

his sea-legs, if he wants to-a l

mpathize with, and stand by her, and wha

er; then, still in silence, she washed the few dishes, while Sara undressed the baby; Morton, meanwhile, taking up a school-book, in w

you're studying your

rose in his throat, threatened to rise in his eyes too, and feeling that his only safety lay in flight, he muttered that he had an errand down town, caught up his hat and worsted tippet, and ran out of the door, nearly knocking some one over who sto