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"
When
I
am
telling
it
,
"
she
would
say
,
"
it
does
n't
seem
as
if
it
was
only
made
up
.
It
seems
more
real
than
you
are
--
more
real
than
the
schoolroom
.
I
feel
as
if
I
were
all
the
people
in
the
story
--
one
after
the
other
.
It
is
queer
.
"
She
had
been
at
Miss
Minchin
's
school
about
two
years
when
,
one
foggy
winter
's
afternoon
,
as
she
was
getting
out
of
her
carriage
,
comfortably
wrapped
up
in
her
warmest
velvets
and
furs
and
looking
very
much
grander
than
she
knew
,
she
caught
sight
,
as
she
crossed
the
pavement
,
of
a
dingy
little
figure
standing
on
the
area
steps
,
and
stretching
its
neck
so
that
its
wide-open
eyes
might
peer
at
her
through
the
railings
.
Something
in
the
eagerness
and
timidity
of
the
smudgy
face
made
her
look
at
it
,
and
when
she
looked
she
smiled
because
it
was
her
way
to
smile
at
people
.
But
the
owner
of
the
smudgy
face
and
the
wide-open
eyes
evidently
was
afraid
that
she
ought
not
to
have
been
caught
looking
at
pupils
of
importance
.
She
dodged
out
of
sight
like
a
jack-in-the-box
and
scurried
back
into
the
kitchen
,
disappearing
so
suddenly
that
if
she
had
not
been
such
a
poor
little
forlorn
thing
,
Sara
would
have
laughed
in
spite
of
herself
.
That
very
evening
,
as
Sara
was
sitting
in
the
midst
of
a
group
of
listeners
in
a
corner
of
the
schoolroom
telling
one
of
her
stories
,
the
very
same
figure
timidly
entered
the
room
,
carrying
a
coal
box
much
too
heavy
for
her
,
and
knelt
down
upon
the
hearth
rug
to
replenish
the
fire
and
sweep
up
the
ashes
.
She
was
cleaner
than
she
had
been
when
she
peeped
through
the
area
railings
,
but
she
looked
just
as
frightened
.
She
was
evidently
afraid
to
look
at
the
children
or
seem
to
be
listening
.
She
put
on
pieces
of
coal
cautiously
with
her
fingers
so
that
she
might
make
no
disturbing
noise
,
and
she
swept
about
the
fire
irons
very
softly
.
But
Sara
saw
in
two
minutes
that
she
was
deeply
interested
in
what
was
going
on
,
and
that
she
was
doing
her
work
slowly
in
the
hope
of
catching
a
word
here
and
there
.
And
realizing
this
,
she
raised
her
voice
and
spoke
more
clearly
.
"
The
Mermaids
swam
softly
about
in
the
crystal-green
water
,
and
dragged
after
them
a
fishing-net
woven
of
deep-sea
pearls
,
"
she
said
.
"
The
Princess
sat
on
the
white
rock
and
watched
them
.
"
It
was
a
wonderful
story
about
a
princess
who
was
loved
by
a
Prince
Merman
,
and
went
to
live
with
him
in
shining
caves
under
the
sea
.
The
small
drudge
before
the
grate
swept
the
hearth
once
and
then
swept
it
again
.
Having
done
it
twice
,
she
did
it
three
times
;
and
,
as
she
was
doing
it
the
third
time
,
the
sound
of
the
story
so
lured
her
to
listen
that
she
fell
under
the
spell
and
actually
forgot
that
she
had
no
right
to
listen
at
all
,
and
also
forgot
everything
else
.
She
sat
down
upon
her
heels
as
she
knelt
on
the
hearth
rug
,
and
the
brush
hung
idly
in
her
fingers
.
The
voice
of
the
storyteller
went
on
and
drew
her
with
it
into
winding
grottos
under
the
sea
,
glowing
with
soft
,
clear
blue
light
,
and
paved
with
pure
golden
sands
.
Strange
sea
flowers
and
grasses
waved
about
her
,
and
far
away
faint
singing
and
music
echoed
.
The
hearth
brush
fell
from
the
work-roughened
hand
,
and
Lavinia
Herbert
looked
round
.
"
That
girl
has
been
listening
,
"
she
said
.
The
culprit
snatched
up
her
brush
,
and
scrambled
to
her
feet
.
She
caught
at
the
coal
box
and
simply
scuttled
out
of
the
room
like
a
frightened
rabbit
.
