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"
I
was
wondering
,
"
rather
hesitated
Sara
--
"
you
know
,
you
say
I
have
so
much
money
--
I
was
wondering
if
I
could
go
to
see
the
bun-woman
,
and
tell
her
that
if
,
when
hungry
children
--
particularly
on
those
dreadful
days
--
come
and
sit
on
the
steps
,
or
look
in
at
the
window
,
she
would
just
call
them
in
and
give
them
something
to
eat
,
she
might
send
the
bills
to
me
.
Could
I
do
that
?
"
"
You
shall
do
it
tomorrow
morning
,
"
said
the
Indian
gentleman
.
"
Thank
you
,
"
said
Sara
.
"
You
see
,
I
know
what
it
is
to
be
hungry
,
and
it
is
very
hard
when
one
can
not
even
PRETEND
it
away
.
"
"
Yes
,
yes
,
my
dear
,
"
said
the
Indian
gentleman
.
"
Yes
,
yes
,
it
must
be
.
Try
to
forget
it
.
Come
and
sit
on
this
footstool
near
my
knee
,
and
only
remember
you
are
a
princess
.
"
"
Yes
,
"
said
Sara
,
smiling
;
"
and
I
can
give
buns
and
bread
to
the
populace
.
"
And
she
went
and
sat
on
the
stool
,
and
the
Indian
gentleman
(
he
used
to
like
her
to
call
him
that
,
too
,
sometimes
)
drew
her
small
dark
head
down
on
his
knee
and
stroked
her
hair
.
The
next
morning
,
Miss
Minchin
,
in
looking
out
of
her
window
,
saw
the
things
she
perhaps
least
enjoyed
seeing
.
The
Indian
gentleman
's
carriage
,
with
its
tall
horses
,
drew
up
before
the
door
of
the
next
house
,
and
its
owner
and
a
little
figure
,
warm
with
soft
,
rich
furs
,
descended
the
steps
to
get
into
it
.
The
little
figure
was
a
familiar
one
,
and
reminded
Miss
Minchin
of
days
in
the
past
.
It
was
followed
by
another
as
familiar
--
the
sight
of
which
she
found
very
irritating
.
It
was
Becky
,
who
,
in
the
character
of
delighted
attendant
,
always
accompanied
her
young
mistress
to
her
carriage
,
carrying
wraps
and
belongings
.
Already
Becky
had
a
pink
,
round
face
.
A
little
later
the
carriage
drew
up
before
the
door
of
the
baker
's
shop
,
and
its
occupants
got
out
,
oddly
enough
,
just
as
the
bun-woman
was
putting
a
tray
of
smoking-hot
buns
into
the
window
.
When
Sara
entered
the
shop
the
woman
turned
and
looked
at
her
,
and
,
leaving
the
buns
,
came
and
stood
behind
the
counter
.
For
a
moment
she
looked
at
Sara
very
hard
indeed
,
and
then
her
good-natured
face
lighted
up
.
"
I
'm
sure
that
I
remember
you
,
miss
,
"
she
said
.
"
And
yet
--
"
