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"
She
did
n't
speak
like
a
beggar
!
"
cried
Nora
.
"
And
her
face
did
n't
really
look
like
a
beggar
's
face
!
"
"
Besides
,
she
did
n't
beg
,
"
said
Janet
.
"
I
was
so
afraid
she
might
be
angry
with
you
.
You
know
,
it
makes
people
angry
to
be
taken
for
beggars
when
they
are
not
beggars
.
"
"
She
was
n't
angry
,
"
said
Donald
,
a
trifle
dismayed
,
but
still
firm
.
"
She
laughed
a
little
,
and
she
said
I
was
a
kind
,
kind
little
darling
thing
.
And
I
was
!
"
--
stoutly
.
"
It
was
my
whole
sixpence
.
"
Janet
and
Nora
exchanged
glances
.
"
A
beggar
girl
would
never
have
said
that
,
"
decided
Janet
.
"
She
would
have
said
,
'
Thank
yer
kindly
,
little
gentleman
--
thank
yer
,
sir
;
'
and
perhaps
she
would
have
bobbed
a
curtsy
.
"
Sara
knew
nothing
about
the
fact
,
but
from
that
time
the
Large
Family
was
as
profoundly
interested
in
her
as
she
was
in
it
.
Faces
used
to
appear
at
the
nursery
windows
when
she
passed
,
and
many
discussions
concerning
her
were
held
round
the
fire
.
"
She
is
a
kind
of
servant
at
the
seminary
,
"
Janet
said
.
"
I
do
n't
believe
she
belongs
to
anybody
.
I
believe
she
is
an
orphan
.
But
she
is
not
a
beggar
,
however
shabby
she
looks
.
"
And
afterward
she
was
called
by
all
of
them
,
"
The-little-girl-who-is-not-a-beggar
,
"
which
was
,
of
course
,
rather
a
long
name
,
and
sounded
very
funny
sometimes
when
the
youngest
ones
said
it
in
a
hurry
.
Sara
managed
to
bore
a
hole
in
the
sixpence
and
hung
it
on
an
old
bit
of
narrow
ribbon
round
her
neck
.
Her
affection
for
the
Large
Family
increased
--
as
,
indeed
,
her
affection
for
everything
she
could
love
increased
.
She
grew
fonder
and
fonder
of
Becky
,
and
she
used
to
look
forward
to
the
two
mornings
a
week
when
she
went
into
the
schoolroom
to
give
the
little
ones
their
French
lesson
.
Her
small
pupils
loved
her
,
and
strove
with
each
other
for
the
privilege
of
standing
close
to
her
and
insinuating
their
small
hands
into
hers
.
It
fed
her
hungry
heart
to
feel
them
nestling
up
to
her
.
She
made
such
friends
with
the
sparrows
that
when
she
stood
upon
the
table
,
put
her
head
and
shoulders
out
of
the
attic
window
,
and
chirped
,
she
heard
almost
immediately
a
flutter
of
wings
and
answering
twitters
,
and
a
little
flock
of
dingy
town
birds
appeared
and
alighted
on
the
slates
to
talk
to
her
and
make
much
of
the
crumbs
she
scattered
.
With
Melchisedec
she
had
become
so
intimate
that
he
actually
brought
Mrs.
Melchisedec
with
him
sometimes
,
and
now
and
then
one
or
two
of
his
children
.
She
used
to
talk
to
him
,
and
,
somehow
,
he
looked
quite
as
if
he
understood
.
