forgot everyt dooryteller  on and dreo tos under t, clear blue ligrange sea flo  singing and music echoed.

    t looked round.

    quot;t girl ening,quot; she said.

    t snatco . S at ttled out of tened rabbit.

    Sara felt rat-tempered.

    quot;I kne; s; s;

    Lavinia tossed  elegance.

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

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

    quot;I t,quot; retorted Lavinia, in severe recollection, quot;t your mamma was dead. ;

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

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

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

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

    quot; 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 cleaned  by everybody. Seen years old, but unted in grorutte  if one co speak to  appeared as if ened eyes  of her head.

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