Маленькая принцесса

           Shefoundbeautifulnewflowersgrowinginherroom,whimsicallittlegiftstuckedunderpillows,andonce,astheysattogetherintheevening,theyheardthescratchofaheavypawonthedoor,andwhenSarawenttofindoutwhatitwas,therestoodagreatdog—asplendidRussianboarhound—withagrandsilverandgoldcollarbearinganinscription."IamBoris,"itread;"IservethePrincessSara."

           TherewasnothingtheIndiangentlemanlovedmorethantherecollectionofthelittleprincessinragsandtatters.TheafternoonsinwhichtheLargeFamily,orErmengardeandLottie,gatheredtorejoicetogetherwereverydelightful.ButthehourswhenSaraandtheIndiangentlemansataloneandreadortalkedhadaspecialcharmoftheirown.Duringtheirpassingmanyinterestingthingsoccurred.

           Oneevening,Mr.Carrisford,lookingupfromhisbook,noticedthathiscompanionhadnotstirredforsometime,butsatgazingintothefire.

           "Whatareyou’supposing,’Sara?"heasked.

           Saralookedup,withabrightcoloronhercheek.

           "IWASsupposing,"shesaid;"Iwasrememberingthathungryday,andachildIsaw."

           "Buttherewereagreatmanyhungrydays,"saidtheIndiangentleman,withratherasadtoneinhisvoice."Whichhungrydaywasit?"

           "Iforgotyoudidn’tknow,"saidSara."Itwasthedaythedreamcametrue."

           Thenshetoldhimthestoryofthebunshop,andthefourpenceshepickedupoutofthesloppymud,andthechildwhowashungrierthanherself.