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Princess Sarah and Other Stories by John Strange Winter
Chapter 1 ORPHANED
In a poor little street in a crowded city there stood a small house, not alone, but in the middle of a row of other houses exactly like it. There was a tiny bow window on the left of the door, and two very small sash windows in the storey above; the frames were warped, and the paint, like that of the door, was blistered and cracked in many places.
And the doorstep looked as if it had been cleaned a week or so before with whiting instead of pipe-clay, and evidently the person who had done it had, doubtless with the very best intentions in the world, given the lower part of the door a few daubs with the same cloth, which had not at all improved its shabby surface.
Between the house and the pavement there was a small garden, a very humble attempt at a garden, with a rockery in one corner and a raised bed in the middle.
It was a noisy street, though it was not a thoroughfare, for on that hot, sultry day the doors and windows were all open and the children were all playing about pavements and road, caring little for the heat and dust, screaming, laughing, shouting, crying, as children will, except when they found themselves within reach of the house which I have described; then their voices were hushed, their tones sobered; then they stood to gaze up at the closed blinds which beat now and then against the open windows, as if a door had been opened and allowed a draught of air to sweep through the house; then one little maid of ten years old or so lifted a warning finger to check a lesser child, upon whom the fear and knowledge of death had not yet fallen. "Hush--sh! Don't make a noise, Annie," she said. "Mr. Gray is dead."
The younger child, Annie, ceased her laughter, turning from the closed house to stare at two ladies who came slowly down the street, looking from side to side as if they sought one of the houses in particular.
"This must be it," said one, as her eyes fell upon the closed blinds.
"Yes," returned the other; "that must be it."
So they passed in at the little gate and knocked softly at the shabby door.
"Poor fellow!" said one, with a glance at the bit of garden before the bow window, "his doing, evidently; there's not another garden in the street like it."
"No. And what pains he must have taken with it. Poor fellow!" echoed the other.
There was a moment's scuffle within the house, the sound of loudly-whispering voices; then a heavy footstep, and the door was opened by a stout, elderly person in a shabby black gown and white apron--a person who was unmistakably a nurse. She curtsied as she saw the ladies, and the one who had spoken last addressed her.
"We heard early this morning. I see the sad news is too true," she began.
"Yes'm," shaking her head. "He went off quite quiet about ten o'clock last night. Ah, I've seen a-many, but I never saw a more peaceful end--never!"
The two ladies each made a murmur of sympathy.
"And the little girl?" said one of them.
"Well, mum, she do fret a good bit," replied the nurse pityingly.
"Poor little thing! We have brought some fruit and some other little things," said the lady, handing a basket to the nurse.
"It's real kind of you, mum!" the old woman cried. "She'll be rare and pleased, she will, poor little missy! You see, mum, it's been a queer, strange life for a child, for she's been everything to him, and she never could go out and play in the street with the other children. That couldn't be, and it was hard for the little thing to see 'em and be shut off from 'em all day as she was; and the master on that account used to make hisself more to her, which will make it all the harder for her now, poor fatherless, motherless lamb that she is!"
"Of course, of course. Poor little maid! And what will become of her, do you think?"
"I can't say for certain, mum; but the mistress, she had relations, and the master wrote to one of them on Thursday. He was sore troubled about little missy, was the master--aye, sore troubled. The letter was sent, and an answer came this morning to say that one of missy's aunts was coming to-day. The vicar opened it."
"Oh, well, I'm glad somebody is coming to the poor child," said the lady who had brought the basket of fruit. "I hope it will be all right. And you will give her the things, nurse?" with a look at the basket.
"Oh, yes, mum," with a curtsey.
There was not only some fruit in the basket, but a pot of jam and a jar of potted meat, a glass of jelly, some sponge cakes, and a packet of sweeties, such as little folk love.
The old nurse carried them into the sitting-room and set them down on the table before a little girl who was sitting beside it.
"See, missy, what a nice basket of good things Mrs. Tracy has brought for you!" the old woman cried. "Wasn't it kind of her?"
"Very kind," said the little girl, brightening up somewhat at the unexpected kindness from one almost a stranger to her.
"Grapes, Miss Sarah, and peaches, and Orleans plums; and see--potted meat! Now how could she know you're so fond of potted meat?"
"I don't know, nurse; he liked potted meat too, you know."
"Yes, dear, yes; but he's gone where he has all he's most fond of, you know."
"Except me," murmured Sarah, under her breath.
"Ah, that's true, my lamb; but you mustn't repine. Him as took the master away so calm and peaceful last night knew just what was best to do, and He'll do it, never fear! It's hard to bear, my honey, and sure," with a sigh, "no one knows better what bearing such is than old nurse. And--hark! to think of any one coming with a knock like that! enough to waken the----" But then she broke off short, and went to open the door.
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Chapter 1 ORPHANED
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Chapter 2 HER NEW-FOUND AUNT
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Chapter 3 SARAH'S FUTURE IS ARRANGED
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Chapter 4 HER NEW HOME
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Chapter 5 A TASTE OF THE FUTURE
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Chapter 6 THE AMIABLE FLOSSIE
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Chapter 7 COUSINLY AMENITIES
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Chapter 8 FLOSSIE'S GRIEVANCES
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Chapter 9 AN ASTUTE TELL-PIE
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Chapter 10 A PLEASANT RAILWAY JOURNEY
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Chapter 11 AUNT GEORGE
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Chapter 12 SARAH MAKES AN IMPRESSION
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Chapter 13 THE TURNING POINT OF HER LIFE
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Chapter 14 A BRILLIANT MARRIAGE
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Chapter 15 A FAMILY CATASTROPHE
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Chapter 16 A CHANGE OF CIRCUMSTANCES
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Chapter 17 No.17
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Chapter 18 No.18
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Chapter 19 No.19
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Chapter 20 No.20
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Chapter 21 No.21
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