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The Visitor
Abouthalfanhourafterward,whentheschoolroomdooropenedandSarawalkedin,theentireseminarywasstruckdumb.
"Myword!"ejaculatedJessie,joggingLavinia’selbow."LookatthePrincessSara!"
Everybodywaslooking,andwhenLavinialookedsheturnedquitered.
ItwasthePrincessSaraindeed.Atleast,sincethedayswhenshehadbeenaprincess,Sarahadneverlookedasshedidnow.ShedidnotseemtheSaratheyhadseencomedownthebackstairsafewhoursago.ShewasdressedinthekindoffrockLaviniahadbeenusedtoenvyingherthepossessionof.Itwasdeepandwarmincolor,andbeautifullymade.HerslenderfeetlookedastheyhaddonewhenJessiehadadmiredthem,andthehair,whoseheavylockshadmadeherlookratherlikeaShetlandponywhenitfelllooseabouthersmall,oddface,wastiedbackwitharibbon.
"Perhapssomeonehasleftherafortune,"Jessiewhispered."Ialwaysthoughtsomethingwouldhappentoher.She’ssoqueer."
"Perhapsthediamondmineshavesuddenlyappearedagain,"saidLavinia,scathingly."Don’tpleaseherbystaringatherinthatway,yousillything."
"Sara,"brokeinMissMinchin’sdeepvoice,"comeandsithere."
Andwhilethewholeschoolroomstaredandpushedwithelbows,andscarcelymadeanyefforttoconcealitsexcitedcuriosity,Sarawenttoheroldseatofhonor,andbentherheadoverherbooks.
Thatnight,whenshewenttoherroom,aftersheandBeckyhadeatentheirsuppershesatandlookedatthefireseriouslyforalongtime.
