t;You ure,quot; s;You ;

    Sara kept range eyes fixed on  a word.

    quot;Everyt no; Miss Minc on. quot;I suppose Miss Amelia ters to you.quot;

    quot;Yes,quot; ans;My papa is dead.  me no money. I am quite poor.quot;

    quot;You are a beggar,quot; said Miss Mincemper rising at tion of . quot;It appears t you ions and no o take care of you.quot;

    For a moment ttle face tc Sara again said nothing.

    quot; are you staring at?quot; demanded Miss Minc;Are you so stupid t you cannot understand? I tell you t you are quite alone in to do anyto keep you  of cy.quot;

    quot;I understand,quot; ansone; and t. quot;I understand.quot;

    quot;t doll,quot; cried Miss Mincing to t seated near--quot;t ridiculous doll, ravagant tually paid t;

    Sara turned ohe chair.

    quot;t Doll,quot; s;t Doll.quot; And tle mournful voice had an odd sound.

    quot;t Doll, indeed!quot; said Miss Minc;And s yours. Everyt;

    quot;Please take it a; said Sara. quot;I do not  it.quot;

    If sened, Miss Minc almost ience o domineer and feel  Saras pale little steadfast face and tle voice, se felt as if   at naught.

    quot;Dont put on grand airs,quot; s;time for t sort of t. You are not a princess any longer. Your carriage and your pony  a and plainest clotravagant ones are no longer suited to your station. You are like Becky--you must ;

    to  gleam of ligo the childs eyes--a shade of relief.

    quot;Can I ; s;If I can   matter so muc can I d