6. the Diamond Mines

        Not very long after ting t only Sara, but tire sc exg, and made it t of versation for er it occurred. In one of ters Captain Creold a most iing story. A friend o see ract of land upon ly expected,    made one dizzy to tunity to sune by being a partner i, ters. It is true t any ot, tra for    "diamond mines" sounded so like ts t no one could be indifferent. Sara t ting, and painted pictures, farde and Lottie, of labyriudded trange, dark men dug t ed in tory, and Lottie insisted on its beiold to eful about it, and told Jessie t s believe suced.

        "My mamma    forty pounds," s;And it is not a big o ;

        "Per s; giggled Jessie.

        "S being ric; Lavinia sniffed.

        "I believe you e ; said Jessie.

        "No, I dont," snapped Lavinia. "But I dont believe in mines full of diamonds."

        "ell, people o get t; said Jessie. "Lavinia," ;rude says?"

        "I dont kno care if its somet t everlasting Sara."

        "ell, it is. One of ends is t s all time--even in sc makes ter. Ss Ermengarde to be ooo, but Ermengarde says soo fat."

        "Soo fat," said Lavinia. "And Sara is too t;

        Naturally, Jessie giggled again.

        "S o do    you look like, or    you t you do." "I suppose s; said Lavinia. "Let us begin to call ;

        Lessons for tting before time t. It ime ea in tting room sacred to t t deal of talking    mas cicularly if t squabble or run about noisily,    be fessed terfered ed to keep order, and t if t, Miss Min end to festivities. Even as Lavinia spoke tered tie, o trot everyle dog.

        "t ; exclaimed Lavinia in a es."

        It    Lottie o play in ted parent to e tle ones o read. It    tion, and s in a ure of tille--men     ten t an outside ed at all, and were like beings in a dream.

        S it    agreeable to be dragged back suddenly by a tie. Never did s as to keep emper ioation to be unreasonable and snappis easy to manage.

        "It makes me feel as if someone    me," Sara old Ermengarde on fidence. "And as if I    to    back. I o remember to keep from saying sometempered."

        So remember t and jumped down from able er.

        Lottie    irritated Lavinia and Jessie by making a noise, ing    knee. S of a group of friends and enemies, ely coaxing and scolding her.

        "Stop te, you cry-baby! Stop te!" Lavinia anded.

        "Im not a cry-baby . . . Im not!" tle. "Sara, Sa-- ra!"

        "If s stop, Miss Minc; cried Jessie. "Lottie darling, Ill give you a penny!"

        "I dont    your penny," sobbed Lottie; and s t knee, and, seeing a drop of blood on it, burst forth again.

        Sara fle her arms round her.

        "Notie," s;Notie, you promised Sara."

        "S;    Lottie.

        Sara patted    spoke in teady voice Lottie knew.

        "But if you cry, you tie pet. You promised." Lottle remembered t s so lift up her voice.

        "I    any mamma," s;I --a bit--of mamma."

        "Yes, you ; said Sara, ? Dont you kno Sara is your mamma? Dont you    Sara for your mamma?"

        Lottie cuddled up to h a soled sniff.

        "e and sit in t ; Sara    on, "and Ill o you."

        "ill you?" ;ill you--tell me--about t;

        "t; broke out Lavinia. "Nasty, little spoiled to slap ;

        Sara got up quickly on . It must be remembered t s tille, and so recall several t s go and take care of ed    angel, and s fond of Lavinia.

        "ell," s;I so slap you-- but I dont    to slap you!" restraining ;At least I bot to slap you--and I so slap you--but I    slap you. e are not little gutter oter."

        unity.

        "A; s;e are princesses, I believe. At least one of us is. t to be very fas;

        Sara started toending t to girls s fond of. ;pretend" about being a princess o , and sive about it. S it to be rat, and    before nearly all t to ingle in    saved    fly intes. ood quite still a moment.    , steady voice; seo her.

        "Its true," s;Sometimes I do pretend I am a princess. I pretend I am a princess, so t I    try and be;

        Lavinia could not tly t to say. Several times s s tisfactory reply o be vaguely in sympat. S terestedly. trut e about this one, and drew nearer Sara accly.

        Lavinia could only i one remark, and it fell rat.

        "Dear me," s;I    fet us!"

        "I ," said Sara, and s utter anot stood quite still, and stared at eadily as sake Jessies arm and turn away.

        After to speak of ;Princess Sara" icularly disdainful, and term of affe. No one called ;princess" instead of "Sara," but uresqueness and grandeur of title, and Miss Minc, mentio more to visiting parents, feeling t it rated a sort of royal b school.

        to Becky it seemed t appropriate tance begun on ternoon    be fessed t Miss Minctle about it. t Sara ;kind" to t tain deligs snatcairs rooms bei in order ning rapidity, Saras sitting room    sucimes stories old by installments, tisfying nature en or ily tucked into pockets to be disposed of at nig upstairs to tic to bed.

        "But I o eat em careful, miss," s;cos if I leaves crumbs ts e out to get em."

        "Rats!" exclaimed Sara, in ;Are ts t;

        "Lots of em, miss," Becky anse a matter-of-fact manner. "tly is rats an mi attics. You gets used to ttling about. Ive got so I dont mind em s long as t run over my piller."

        "Ug; said Sara.

        "You gets used to anyter a bit," said Becky. "You o, miss, if youre born a scullery maid. Id rats t;

        "So ; said Sara; "I suppose you mig in time, but I dont believe I so make friends ;

        Sometimes Becky did not dare to spend more tes in t,    Becky carried under , tied round    ape. tisfying to eat erest to Saras existence. , so look into s time it occurred to    tle meat pies, s t s upon a discovery. ed te sparkled.

        "O; s;ts fillis best. Sponge cakes a evenly t it melts aand, miss. t stay iummick."

        "ell," ated Sara, "I dont t ayed al I do believe tisfying."

        tisfying--and so    a cook-sime, Becky began to lose ired feeling, and t seem so unbearably heavy.

        emper of ternoon to look foro--t Miss Sara o be in ting room. In fact, t meat pies. If time only for a fe put    into one; and if time for more, tallment of a story to be told, or some oterimes lay atic to t ster ture    t idea o poor Becky, and or sure ; and times    of t-- t and laugimes gay, kind laug help of all.

        Becky    laugtle e ker ;fillin" as t pies.

        A feter came to    seem to be ten in sucs as usual.    very ly overhe diamond mines.

        "You see, little Sara," e, "your daddy is not a businessman at all, and figures and dots bot really uand t feveris be aossing about, one    and spend troublesome dreams. If my little missus tle Missus?"

        One of o call ;little missus" because she had su old-fashioned air.

        ions for o be, indeed, a marvel of splendid perfe. o tter asking able present, Sara .

        "I am getting very old," se; "you see, I so    doll. t it. If I could e poetry, I am sure a poem about `A Last Doll    I ot e poetry. I ried, and it made me laug did not sound like atts or Ce or S all. No one could ever take Emilys place, but I s t Doll very muc. t fifteen ones-- pretend too gro;

        Captain g ter in able before ters w    laughed for weeks.

        "O; ;ster fun every year s t itself and leave me free to run     I give to tle arms round my e!     I give!"

        to be celebrated by great festivities. to be decorated, and to be a party. taining ts o be opened    ceremony, and to be a glitteri spread in Miss Mi. e kneions to be made. t on t the wall.

        into ting room in table a small, dumpy package, tied up in a piece of bro, and s s came from. S quite tenderly. It e    red flannel, and black pins uck carefully into it to form t;Menny urns."

        "O; cried Sara, . " pains saken! I like it so, it--it makes me feel sorro;

        But t moment sified. On t letters t;Miss Amelia Minc;

        Sara tur over and over.

        "Miss Amelia!" so ; be!"

        And just at t very moment siously pus.

        tionate, ood nervously pulling at her fingers.

        "Do yer like it, Miss Sara?" s;Do yer?"

        "Like it?" cried Sara. "You darling Becky, you made it all yourself."

        Becky gave a eric but joyful sniff, and e moist .

        "It aint not flannin, an t ne I ed to give yer somet of nigend it io ; ratfully; "t    o pick it up out o t-bin, ? Miss Meliar    a    be a proper presink if I didnt pin a card on-- so I pinned Miss Meliars."

        Sara fle    old .

        "O; s, tle laug;I love you, Becky--I do, I do!"

        "O; breat;t aint good enoug. t ne;
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