who went to church with a prayer book. She sat and talked long that night of what he would be like, of what his wife would be like if he had one, and of what his children would be like if they had children. Sara saw that privately she could not help hoping very much that they would all be black, and would wear turbans, and, above all, that—like their parent—they would all be “‘eathens.”
“I never lived next door to no ‘eathens, miss,” she said; “I should like to see what sort o’ ways they’d have.”
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sister?” she ejaculated.
Miss Minchin’s voice was almost fierce when she answered:
“Where is Sara Crewe?”
Miss Amelia was bewildered.
“Sara!” she stammered. “Why, she’s with the children in your room, of course.”
“Has she a black frock in her sumptuous wardrobe?”—in bitter irony.
“A black frock?”