"
"Oh! how can they?"
"Well, they do, and perhaps they're half right; there, you needn't color
so! _I_ won't say you're not above them, but you mustn't feel so.
Did you ever think, Sara, that you might get up a circle of ten here?"
"Why, no."
"Well, why not? It wouldn't hurt the girls, nor you either," dryly.
"Anyhow, I want you to go to this quilting, wear that pretty new dress,
and be just as nice and cordial as you know how."
Sara sighed, but acquiesced. She had always obeyed Miss Prue, but this
was a trial. She wondered, all the way home, just why it should seem so.
Did she really feel above the other girls, that they failed to interest
her? Was it pride that made her long for quiet, and her books, rather
than for the society about her? Could it be she only cared for Miss Prue
because she was richer and better born than the others?
"No!" she said emphatically to that last, "I should love her in rags,
I'm sure; but I do like her better because she is neat and trim, and can
talk intelligently about anything. I wonder if it's wrong to feel so? I
must remember that being a King's daughter makes it more necessary that
I should be thoughtful for all. How prettily madame explained those two
words, '_Noblesse oblige_' to me.
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