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Some
very
odd
things
happen
in
this
world
sometimes
.
It
certainly
was
an
odd
thing
that
happened
to
Sara
.
She
had
to
cross
the
street
just
when
she
was
saying
this
to
herself
.
The
mud
was
dreadful
--
she
almost
had
to
wade
.
She
picked
her
way
as
carefully
as
she
could
,
but
she
could
not
save
herself
much
;
only
,
in
picking
her
way
,
she
had
to
look
down
at
her
feet
and
the
mud
,
and
in
looking
down
--
just
as
she
reached
the
pavement
--
she
saw
something
shining
in
the
gutter
.
It
was
actually
a
piece
of
silver
--
a
tiny
piece
trodden
upon
by
many
feet
,
but
still
with
spirit
enough
left
to
shine
a
little
.
Not
quite
a
sixpence
,
but
the
next
thing
to
it
--
a
fourpenny
piece
.
In
one
second
it
was
in
her
cold
little
red-and-blue
hand
.
"
Oh
,
"
she
gasped
,
"
it
is
true
!
It
is
true
!
"
And
then
,
if
you
will
believe
me
,
she
looked
straight
at
the
shop
directly
facing
her
.
And
it
was
a
baker
's
shop
,
and
a
cheerful
,
stout
,
motherly
woman
with
rosy
cheeks
was
putting
into
the
window
a
tray
of
delicious
newly
baked
hot
buns
,
fresh
from
the
oven
--
large
,
plump
,
shiny
buns
,
with
currants
in
them
.
It
almost
made
Sara
feel
faint
for
a
few
seconds
--
the
shock
,
and
the
sight
of
the
buns
,
and
the
delightful
odors
of
warm
bread
floating
up
through
the
baker
's
cellar
window
.
She
knew
she
need
not
hesitate
to
use
the
little
piece
of
money
.
It
had
evidently
been
lying
in
the
mud
for
some
time
,
and
its
owner
was
completely
lost
in
the
stream
of
passing
people
who
crowded
and
jostled
each
other
all
day
long
.
"
But
I
'll
go
and
ask
the
baker
woman
if
she
has
lost
anything
,
"
she
said
to
herself
,
rather
faintly
.
So
she
crossed
the
pavement
and
put
her
wet
foot
on
the
step
.
As
she
did
so
she
saw
something
that
made
her
stop
.
It
was
a
little
figure
more
forlorn
even
than
herself
--
a
little
figure
which
was
not
much
more
than
a
bundle
of
rags
,
from
which
small
,
bare
,
red
muddy
feet
peeped
out
,
only
because
the
rags
with
which
their
owner
was
trying
to
cover
them
were
not
long
enough
.
Above
the
rags
appeared
a
shock
head
of
tangled
hair
,
and
a
dirty
face
with
big
,
hollow
,
hungry
eyes
.
