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The Diamond Mines Again
Suddenlyitseemedalmostasifshelostallfearoftheawfulladybeforeher.Sheburstintofreshtears.
"Oh,please,’m,"shesaid;"Idaresayyou’llgivemewarnin’,mum—butI’msosorryforpoorMissSara—I’msosorry!"
"Leavetheroom!"orderedMissMinchin.
Beckycurtsiedagain,thetearsopenlystreamingdownhercheeks.
"Yes,’m;Iwill,’m,"shesaid,trembling;"butoh,Ijustwantedtoarstyou:MissSara—she’sbeensucharichyounglady,an’she’sbeenwaitedon,’andandfoot;an’whatwillshedonow,mum,withoutnomaid?If—if,ohplease,wouldyouletmewaitonherafterI’vedonemypotsan’kettles?I’ddo’emthatquick—ifyou’dletmewaitonhernowshe’spoor.Oh,"breakingoutafresh,"poorlittleMissSara,mum—thatwascalledaprincess."
Somehow,shemadeMissMinchinfeelmoreangrythanever.Thattheveryscullerymaidshouldrangeherselfonthesideofthischild—whomsherealizedmorefullythaneverthatshehadneverliked—wastoomuch.Sheactuallystampedherfoot.
"No—certainlynot,"shesaid."Shewillwaitonherself,andonotherpeople,too.Leavetheroomthisinstant,oryou’llleaveyourplace."
Beckythrewherapronoverherheadandfled.Sheranoutoftheroomanddownthestepsintothescullery,andthereshesatdownamongherpotsandkettles,andweptasifherheartwouldbreak.
"It’sexactlyliketheonesinthestories,"shewailed."Themporeprincessonesthatwasdroveintotheworld."
