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All
her
valuable
garments
had
been
disposed
of
,
and
such
as
had
been
left
for
her
use
she
was
expected
to
wear
so
long
as
she
could
put
them
on
at
all
.
Sometimes
,
when
she
passed
a
shop
window
with
a
mirror
in
it
,
she
almost
laughed
outright
on
catching
a
glimpse
of
herself
,
and
sometimes
her
face
went
red
and
she
bit
her
lip
and
turned
away
.
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
.
One
evening
a
very
funny
thing
happened
--
though
,
perhaps
,
in
one
sense
it
was
not
a
funny
thing
at
all
.
Several
of
the
Montmorencys
were
evidently
going
to
a
children
's
party
,
and
just
as
Sara
was
about
to
pass
the
door
they
were
crossing
the
pavement
to
get
into
the
carriage
which
was
waiting
for
them
.
Veronica
Eustacia
and
Rosalind
Gladys
,
in
white-lace
frocks
and
lovely
sashes
,
had
just
got
in
,
and
Guy
Clarence
,
aged
five
,
was
following
them
.
He
was
such
a
pretty
fellow
and
had
such
rosy
cheeks
and
blue
eyes
,
and
such
a
darling
little
round
head
covered
with
curls
,
that
Sara
forgot
her
basket
and
shabby
cloak
altogether
--
in
fact
,
forgot
everything
but
that
she
wanted
to
look
at
him
for
a
moment
.
So
she
paused
and
looked
.
It
was
Christmas
time
,
and
the
Large
Family
had
been
hearing
many
stories
about
children
who
were
poor
and
had
no
mammas
and
papas
to
fill
their
stockings
and
take
them
to
the
pantomime
--
children
who
were
,
in
fact
,
cold
and
thinly
clad
and
hungry
.
In
the
stories
,
kind
people
--
sometimes
little
boys
and
girls
with
tender
hearts
--
invariably
saw
the
poor
children
and
gave
them
money
or
rich
gifts
,
or
took
them
home
to
beautiful
dinners
.
Guy
Clarence
had
been
affected
to
tears
that
very
afternoon
by
the
reading
of
such
a
story
,
and
he
had
burned
with
a
desire
to
find
such
a
poor
child
and
give
her
a
certain
sixpence
he
possessed
,
and
thus
provide
for
her
for
life
.
An
entire
sixpence
,
he
was
sure
,
would
mean
affluence
for
evermore
.
As
he
crossed
the
strip
of
red
carpet
laid
across
the
pavement
from
the
door
to
the
carriage
,
he
had
this
very
sixpence
in
the
pocket
of
his
very
short
man-o-war
trousers
;
And
just
as
Rosalind
Gladys
got
into
the
vehicle
and
jumped
on
the
seat
in
order
to
feel
the
cushions
spring
under
her
,
he
saw
Sara
standing
on
the
wet
pavement
in
her
shabby
frock
and
hat
,
with
her
old
basket
on
her
arm
,
looking
at
him
hungrily
.
He
thought
that
her
eyes
looked
hungry
because
she
had
perhaps
had
nothing
to
eat
for
a
long
time
.
He
did
not
know
that
they
looked
so
because
she
was
hungry
for
the
warm
,
merry
life
his
home
held
and
his
rosy
face
spoke
of
,
and
that
she
had
a
hungry
wish
to
snatch
him
in
her
arms
and
kiss
him
.
He
only
knew
that
she
had
big
eyes
and
a
thin
face
and
thin
legs
and
a
common
basket
and
poor
clothes
.
So
he
put
his
hand
in
his
pocket
and
found
his
sixpence
and
walked
up
to
her
benignly
.
"
Here
,
poor
little
girl
,
"
he
said
.
"
Here
is
a
sixpence
.
I
will
give
it
to
you
.
"
