Identifier: saracreweorwhathburnett (find matches)
Title: Sara Crewe; or, What happened at Miss Minchin's
Year: 1888 (1880s)
Authors: Burnett, Frances Hodgson, 1849-1924
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Publisher: New York C. Scribner's sons
Contributing Library: Information and Library Science Library, University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill
Digitizing Sponsor: University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill

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dear, said the Indian Gentleman. Yes,it must be. Try to forget it. Come and sit on this foot-stool near my knee, and only remember you are a prin-cess. Yes, said Sara, and I can give buns and bread to thePopulace. And she went and sat on the stool, and the In-dian Gentleman (he used to like her to call him that, too,sometimes,—in fact very often) drew her small, dark headdown upon his knee and stroked her hair. The next morning a carriage drew up before the door ofthe bakers shop, and a gentleman and a little girl got out,—oddly enough, just as the bun-woman was putting a tray ofsmoking hot buns into the window. When Sara enteredthe shop the woman turned and looked at her and, leavingthe buns, came and stood behind the counter. For a momentshe looked at Sara very hard indeed, and then her good-natured face lighted up. Im that sure I remember you, miss, she said. Andyet Yes, said Sara, once you gave me six buns for four-pence, and And you gave five of em to a beggar-child, said the
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HE DREW HER SMALL DARK HEAD DOWN UPON HIS KNEE AND STROKED HER HAIR. WHAT HAPPENED AT MISS MINCHINS. 81 woman. Ive always remembered it. I couldnt make itout at first. I beg pardon, sir, but theres not many youngpeople that notices a hungry face in that way, and Ive thoughtof it many a time. Excuse the liberty, miss, but you lookrosier and better than you did that day. I am better, thank you, said Sara, and—and I amhappier, and I have come to ask you to do something forme. Me, miss ! exclaimed the woman, why, bless you, yes,miss ! What can I do ? And then Sara made her little proposal, and the womanlistened to it with an astonished face. Why, bless me ! she said, when she had heard it all.Yes, miss, itll be a pleasure to me to do it. I am a work-ing woman, myself, and cant afford to do much on my own ac-count, and theres sights of trouble on every side ; but if youllexcuse me, Im bound to say Ive given many a bit of breadaway since that wet afternoon, just along o thinkin of you.An

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