5. Becky

        Of course test po t s;t; t Lavinia aain ot envious of, and at time most fasated by in spite of telling stories and of making everytalked about seem like a story, .

        Anyone ories kno and besougo relate romances; skirts of ty in to join in and listen. Sara not only could tell stories, but selling t or stood in t of a circle and began to i    kno s, so ad made ient of    t salking to listening ciful ladies, imes    of breatement, and le, quick-rising d    herself.

        "elling it," s;it doesnt seem as if it    seems more real tory--oer t is queer."

        S Miss Minc ternoon, as sting out of ably s and furs and looking very muc sig, of a dingy little figure standing on teps, and streteck so t its y of t it, and    people.

        But tly    s not to    looking at pupils of importance. S of sigo tc if s been suctle forlorn te of    very evening, as Sara ting in t of a group of listeners in a er of telling one of ories, timidly eoo    doo replenishe ashes.

        S s as frigly afraid to look at to be listening. S on pieces of coal cautiously    s make no disturbing noise, and s about tly. But Sara saes t serested in    schis, she raised her void spoke more clearly.

        "tly about in tal-green er, and dragged after t ; s;t on te rod c;

        It ory about a princess o live he sea.

        te s t it again.    times; and, as s time, tory so lured o listen t sually fot t s to listen at all, and alsot everyt dooryteller    on and dreo tos u, clear blue ligrange sea flo    singing and music echoed.

        t looked round.

        "t girl ening," she said.

        t snatco . S at ttled out of tened rabbit.

        Sara felt rat-tempered.

        "I kne; s; s;

        Lavinia tossed    elegance.

        "ell," s;I do not knoell stories to servant girls, but I kno like me to do it."

        "My mamma!" said Sara, looking odd. "I dont believe s. S stories belong to everybody."

        "I t," retorted Lavinia, in severe recolle, "t your mamma was dead. ;

        "Do you t kno; said Sara, in ern little voice. Sometimes sern little voice.

        "Saras mamma kno; piped in Lottie. "So does my mamma--cept Sara is my mamma at Miss Mis are sells me o bed."

        "You ; said Lavinia, turning on Sara; "making fairy stories about ;

        "tories in Revelation," returned Sara. "Just look and see! ories? But I    tell you"-- of unemper--"you     kio people ttie." And s of t s see ttle servant again someo the hall.

        " little girl e t night.

        Mariette broke forto a floion.

        A le t taken to being scullery maid, ss and grates, and carried tles up and doairs, and scrubbed floors and ed    by everybody. Seen years old, but unted in grorutte    if one co speak to    appeared as if ened eyes    of her head.

        " is ; asked Sara, able, ened absorbedly to tal.

        te airs calling, "Becky, do t; and "Becky, do t," every five minutes in the day.

        Sara sat and looked into ting on Becky for some time after Mariette left ory of .    t sigairs on several occasions, s it o speak to her.

        But a feer, on anoternoon, ing room sing a ratic picture. In    easy-c fire, Becky--tle cap y coal box on t fast asleep, tired out beyond even t up to put t many of t all day. Saras rooms sil t. t like ted to be satisfied able sitting room seemed a boo t , merely a nice, brigtle room. But tures and books in it, and curious t    a ce. Becky saved it until ternoons    rested o go into it, and so so sit do c    tune of t out on tiful s and coats oried to catche area railing.

        On ternoon, ion of relief to , acful t it o soot from t over il, as s tired, sloole over    ,    asleep. S ten minutes in tered, but sy, slumbering for a    s look--poor Becky-- like a Sleepiy at all. Sunted,    little scullery drudge.

        Sara seemed as mucure from another world.

        On ticular afternoon saking ernoon on    t occurred every tired in ttiest frocks, and as Sara danced particularly te ed to make her as diaphanous and fine as possible.

        today a frock t on te    some real buds and made o terfly, and t and exercise    a brilliant, o her face.

        ered ted in terfly steps--and t Becky, nodding her cap sideways off her head.

        "O; cried Sara, softly,    poor t;

        It did not occur to o feel cross at finding    co tell trute glad to find it tory o    toood looking at tle snore.

        "I ;I dont like to     a fees."

        Sook a seat on table, and sat s    to do. Miss Amelia mig any moment, and if so be scolded.

        "But sired," s. "Sired!"

        A piece of flaming coal ended y for    very moment. It broke off from a large lump and fell on to tarted, and opened ened gasp. S kno aiful glo t perear erested eyes.

        Sc    it dangling over ried o put it straig o trouble noo ly fallen asleep on sued out of doors    wages.

        Shless sob.

        "O; suttered. "I arst yer pardon, miss! O;

        Sara jumped doe close to her.

        "Dont be frig; se as if so a little girl like ;It doesnt matter t bit."

        "I didnt go to do it, miss," protested Becky. "It ired. It--it    impertience!"

        Sara broke into a friendly little laug her hand on her shoulder.

        "You ired," s;you could not . You are not really a."

        ared at , so being ordered about and scolded, and ernoon splendor--    a culprit at all--as if s to be tired--even to fall asleep! touc, slim little pahing she had ever known.

        "Aint--aint yer angry, miss?" s;Aint yer goin to tell t;

        "No," cried out Sara. "Of course Im not."

        t in tted face made    s. One of s ruso     Beckys cheek.

        "; s; ttle girl like you. Its just an act t I am not you, and you are not me!"

        Becky did not uand in t.    grasp sucs, and "an act" meant to y in ;tal."

        "A act, miss," stered respectfully. "Is it?"

        "Yes," Sara ans t s tone. S Becky did not know w s.

        "; s;Dare you stay es?"

        Becky lost h again.

        ";

        Sara ran to t, and looked out and listened.

        "No one is any; s;If your bedrooms are finis stay a tiny ;

        t ten minutes seemed to Becky like a sort of delirium. Sara opened a cupboard, and gave o rejoice ions, and laugil Beckys fears actually began to calm to ask a question or so    it to be.

        "Is t--" sured, looking longingly at t almost in a    t?"

        "It is one of my dang-frocks," ans;I like it, dont you?"

        For a fe spee. t;Onct I see a princess. I andin i side    Gardeared at most. to eacs t so mind t I see you, sittin table, miss. You looked like ;

        "Ive often t," said Sara, in ing voice, "t I so be a princess; I    feels like. I believe I ending I am one."

        Becky stared at    uand . Sc of adoration. Very soon Sara left ions and turo ion.

        "Becky," s; you listening to t story?"

        "Yes, miss," fessed Becky, a little alarmed again. "I knoer, but it    beautiful I--I couldnt ."

        "I liked you to listen to it," said Sara. "If you tell stories, you like noto tell to people o listen. I dont knoo ?"

        Becky lost h again.

        "Me ?" s;Like as if I    ttle    laugars in t;

        Sara nodded.

        "You    time to    no; s;but if you ell me just ime you e to do my rooms, I ry to be ell you a bit of it every day until it is finiss a lovely long one--and Im altio it."

        "t; breatly, "I    mind    to me, if--if I mig to t;

        "You may," said Sara. "Ill tell it all to you."

        doairs, s taggered up, loaded do of ttle. Sra piece of cake in , and s not only by cake and fire. Something else was Sara.

        on e percable.    were on a chair, her elbows on her knees, and her    in her hands.

        "If I ; s;I could scatter largess to t even if I am only a pretend princess, I    i little to do for people. t as    end t to do ttering largess. Ive scattered largess."
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