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ΧͶעվַ:a g 9 559 v i p<"You gets used to anythin' after a bit," said Becky. "You have to, miss, if you're born a scullery maid. I'd rather have rats than cockroaches.""Is it true," Ermengarde whispered, as they went through the hall--"is it true that you have a playroom all to yourself?"



In the evening, when she passed houses whose windows were lighted up, she used to look into the warm rooms and amuse herself by imagining things about the people she saw sitting before the fires or about the tables. It always interested her to catch glimpses of rooms before the shutters were closed. There were several families in the square in which Miss Minchin lived, with which she had become quite familiar in a way of her own. The one she liked best she called the Large Family. She called it the Large Family not because the members of it were big--for, indeed, most of them were little-- but because there were so many of them. There were eight children in the Large Family, and a stout, rosy mother, and a stout, rosy father, and a stout, rosy grandmother, and any number of servants. The eight children were always either being taken out to walk or to ride in perambulators by comfortable nurses, or they were going to drive with their mamma, or they were flying to the door in the evening to meet their papa and kiss him and dance around him and drag off his overcoat and look in the pockets for packages, or they were crowding about the nursery windows and looking out and pushing each other and laughing--in fact, they were always doing something enjoyable and suited to the tastes of a large family. Sara was quite fond of them, and had given them names out of books-- quite romantic names. She called them the Montmorencys when she did not call them the Large Family. The fat, fair baby with the lace cap was Ethelberta Beauchamp Montmorency; the next baby was Violet Cholmondeley Montmorency; the little boy who could just stagger and who had such round legs was Sydney Cecil Vivian Montmorency; and then came Lilian Evangeline Maud Marion, Rosalind Gladys, Guy Clarence, Veronica Eustacia, and Claude Harold Hector.

"You were tired," she said; "you could not help it. You are not really awake yet."

She threw it over her shoulders, and put her feet into the slippers.

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Presently, she lifted her face and shook back her black locks, with a queer little smile.<"Yes," answered Sara, jumping to her feet. "Let us go and tell her. And then I will wash your face and brush your hair."

"By the time it stops blazing," Sara said, "we shall forget about its not being real."

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That moment she saw something and pounced upon it. It was Ermengarde's red shawl which lay upon the floor.

"Oh, goodness!" exclaimed Ermengarde. "Do you think you can?"

Lavinia could only invent one remark, and it fell rather flat.


Somehow, she made Miss Minchin feel more angry than ever. That the very scullery maid should range herself on the side of this child-- whom she realized more fully than ever that she had never liked-- was too much. She actually stamped her foot.





ΧͶעվʿͼװˬ˧ ʵЦǰ Captain Crewe laughed outright at this. He was young and full of fun, and he never tired of hearing Sara's queer speeches. ϸ

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ΧͶעվԾŮɱúȼ ԱΪȺȫ60% "Papa," said Sara, "you see, if I went out and bought a new doll every few days I should have more than I could be fond of. Dolls ought to be intimate friends. Emily is going to be my intimate friend." ϸ

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