Princess Sarah and Other Stories

ay in a pretty little churchyard two miles outside the to

and Mrs. Stubbs, the old nurse, and Jane, the untidy little maid, who, after the manner of her sor

a little, and would have cried more had she not been so

had a cup of tea, after which the vicar of the parish calle

Stubbs and me will forget all our differences now; it's Stubbs' wish as well as mine. I believe in sticking to your own flesh and blood, for if your own w

tist whom they had just left to his last long rest in the quiet country churchyard; "that is very

Mrs. Stubbs said indignantly. "H

who would at all encourage the idea of bringing up a chi

Stubbs cried; "but some women 'ave 'earts of stone

broke in, having heard Mrs. Stubbs's remarks abo

but what there is 'll have to go to paying for the doctor and the undertaker. If there's a few pounds left over, Stubbs says put it

he sole charge and expense o

emory. You know Mr. Gray--'e's gone now, pore thing, and I don't wish to say aught against him--brought Sarah up in a very strange way; indeed, as I said at the time to the nurse, it's quite 'e

n remarkably well for her a

altogether 'old with it myself; it seems to me such an outlandish thing for a little girl

st now, Mrs. Stubbs," put in the clergyman hastily, wishing to sec

e young ladies about 'ere learning i

the evening one of his daughters played a violin solo;

what I wanted to ask you--if you thought I should encourage or discourage the child in keeping it up. But, as you

her violin and play t

ar heartily; "and that is not all, Mrs. Stubbs--but, if she goes on as she has begun, ther

blessed with worldly goods, "Stubbs 'll provide for the child along with his own, and maybe her other uncles and aunt

be had for love or money; and Mrs. Stubbs, in the warmth of her kindly but vulgar heart, even went so far as to suggest that if Sarah was a very good, industrious girl, and

loathing at the suggestion. She dropped her bow upon the nearest chair, and hugged her precious

she burst out;

f her suggestion upon her pale little niece, and quite mistaking the meaning of her emotion

iolin is a real Amati! It

the information. "All the more reason why you should 'ave a new one. The

undred pounds!" Sarah cr

orth five hun

e you saying? Little girls ought not to tell stories; it's wicked. Do

they'll tell you! It's a real Amati; it's worth five hundred pounds--perhaps more. I'm not telling stories, Auntie, but Father was offere

face and manner carried conviction with them, and she saw that the child knew wh

e asked, putting out a hand to

rned Sarah, using the longest adjective she c

your tongue about it, Sarah, and not say a word about it--or you'll be 'av