Маленькая принцесса
One of the Populace
"Idaresayyoucaneatthemsometime.Aren’tyouhungry?"
AmistrosebeforeSara’seyes.
"Yes,"sheanswered."Iamveryhungry,andIammuchobligedtoyouforyourkindness;and"—shewasgoingtoadd—"thereisachildoutsidewhoishungrierthanIam."Butjustatthatmomenttwoorthreecustomerscameinatonce,andeachoneseemedinahurry,soshecouldonlythankthewomanagainandgoout.
Thebeggargirlwasstillhuddledupinthecornerofthestep.Shelookedfrightfulinherwetanddirtyrags.Shewasstaringstraightbeforeherwithastupidlookofsuffering,andSarasawhersuddenlydrawthebackofherroughenedblackhandacrosshereyestorubawaythetearswhichseemedtohavesurprisedherbyforcingtheirwayfromunderherlids.Shewasmutteringtoherself.
Saraopenedthepaperbagandtookoutoneofthehotbuns,whichhadalreadywarmedherowncoldhandsalittle.
"See,"shesaid,puttingthebunintheraggedlap,"thisisniceandhot.Eatit,andyouwillnotfeelsohungry."
Thechildstartedandstaredupather,asifsuchsudden,amazinggoodluckalmostfrightenedher;thenshesnatchedupthebunandbegantocramitintohermouthwithgreatwolfishbites.
"Oh,my!Oh,my!"Saraheardhersayhoarsely,inwilddelight."OHmy!"
Saratookoutthreemorebunsandputthemdown.
Thesoundinthehoarse,ravenousvoicewasawful.
"SheishungrierthanIam,"shesaidtoherself."She’sstarving."Butherhandtrembledwhensheputdownthefourthbun.
