第24章 The Diamond Mines Again(5)

Every sign of the festivities had been swept away;the holly had been removed from the schoolroom walls,and the forms and desks put back into their places.Miss Minchin's sitting room looked as it always did--all traces of the feast were gone,and Miss Minchin had resumed her usual dress.The pupils had been ordered to lay aside their party frocks;and this having been done,they had returned to the schoolroom and huddled together in groups,whispering and talking excitedly.

"Tell Sara to come to my room,"Miss Minchin had said to her sister.

"And explain to her clearly that I will have no crying or unpleasant scenes."

"Sister,"replied Miss Amelia,"she is the strangest child I ever saw.She has actually made no fuss at all.You remember she made none when Captain Crewe went back to India.When I told her what had happened,she just stood quite still and looked at me without making a sound.Her eyes seemed to get bigger and bigger,and she went quite pale.When I had finished,she still stood staring for a few seconds,and then her chin began to shake,and she turned round and ran out of the room and upstairs.

Several of the other children began to cry,but she did not seem to hear them or to be alive to anything but just what I was saying.

It made me feel quite queer not to be answered;and when you tell anything sudden and strange,you expect people will say SOMETHING>-whatever it is."

Nobody but Sara herself ever knew what had happened in her room after she had run upstairs and locked her door.In fact,she herself scarcely remembered anything but that she walked up and down,saying over and over again to herself in a voice which did not seem her own,"My papa is dead!My papa is dead!"

Once she stopped before Emily,who sat watching her from her chair,and cried out wildly,"Emily!Do you hear?Do you hear--papa is dead?

He is dead in India--thousands of miles away."

When she came into Miss Minchin's sitting room in answer to her summons,her face was white and her eyes had dark rings around them.

Her mouth was set as if she did not wish it to reveal what she had suffered and was suffering.She did not look in the least like the rose-colored butterfly child who had flown about from one of her treasures to the other in the decorated schoolroom.

She looked instead a strange,desolate,almost grotesque little figure.

She had put on,without Mariette's help,the cast-aside black-velvet frock.It was too short and tight,and her slender legs looked long and thin,showing themselves from beneath the brief skirt.As she had not found a piece of black ribbon,her short,thick,black hair tumbled loosely about her face and contrasted strongly with its pallor.She held Emily tightly in one arm,and Emily was swathed in a piece of black material.

"Put down your doll,"said Miss Minchin."What do you mean by bringing her here?"

"No,"Sara answered."I will not put her down.She is all I have.

My papa gave her to me."

She had always made Miss Minchin feel secretly uncomfortable,and she did so now.She did not speak with rudeness so much as with a cold steadiness with which Miss Minchin felt it difficult to cope--perhaps because she knew she was doing a heartless and inhuman thing.

"You will have no time for dolls in future,"she said."You will have to work and improve yourself and make yourself useful."

Sara kept her big,strange eyes fixed on her,and said not a word.

"Everything will be very different now,"Miss Minchin went on.

"I suppose Miss Amelia has explained matters to you."

"Yes,"answered Sara."My papa is dead.He left me no money.

I am quite poor."

"You are a beggar,"said Miss Minchin,her temper rising at the recollection of what all this meant."It appears that you have no relations and no home,and no one to take care of you."

For a moment the thin,pale little face twitched,but Sara again said nothing.

"What are you staring at?"demanded Miss Minchin,sharply."Are you so stupid that you cannot understand?I tell you that you are quite alone in the world,and have no one to do anything for you,unless I choose to keep you here out of charity."

"I understand,"answered Sara,in a low tone;and there was a sound as if she had gulped down something which rose in her throat.

"I understand."

"That doll,"cried Miss Minchin,pointing to the splendid birthday gift seated near--"that ridiculous doll,with all her nonsensical,extravagant things--I actually paid the bill for her!"

Sara turned her head toward the chair.

"The Last Doll,"she said."The Last Doll."And her little mournful voice had an odd sound.

"The Last Doll,indeed!"said Miss Minchin."And she is mine,not yours.Everything you own is mine."

"Please take it away from me,then,"said Sara."I do not want it."

If she had cried and sobbed and seemed frightened,Miss Minchin might almost have had more patience with her.She was a woman who liked to domineer and feel her power,and as she looked at Sara's pale little steadfast face and heard her proud little voice,she quite felt as if her might was being set at naught.