"Won't you come in and rest a
moment? The sun is warm this morning."
"Thank you, mooch; it ees indeed most warm! May I not here sit on the
step of the door by yourself?"
"Oh, let me bring you a chair," running to get one. "There, this will be
more comfortable," placing it just within the open door.
"That is true; t'anks! Come, mine babee, let me to you show how an
orange is to eat, when one has no care for the appearance--it is
nature's own way." She cut a tiny hole through the thick rind with her
pearl-handled penknife, then put it to the child's lips and bade him
suck out the juice, as the little bees suck honey from the lily-buds.
Sara watched her delightedly. How graceful, fair, and easy she was! What
a beautiful dress she wore--perfectly simple, yet with an air of taste
and style even her unaccustomed eyes could note. How delicate her
features, how refined her voice, and with what a small white hand she
managed the little knife!
She felt at once that here was a woman different from any she had ever
seen before--perhaps the first one for whom she felt the word "lady" was
no misnomer.
Her admiration showed so plainly in her honest eyes that the madame was
inwardly amused, as well as pleased, yet not at all discomfited, for she
had been used to admiration all her life.
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