Captain Crewe would really have enjoyed the shopping tremendously,but that a sad thought kept tugging at his heart.This all meant that he was going to be separated from his beloved,quaint little comrade.
He got out of his bed in the middle of that night and went and stood looking down at Sara,who lay asleep with Emily in her arms.
Her black hair was spread out on the pillow and Emily's golden-brown hair mingled with it,both of them had lace-ruffled nightgowns,and both had long eyelashes which lay and curled up on their cheeks.
Emily looked so like a real child that Captain Crewe felt glad she was there.He drew a big sigh and pulled his mustache with a boyish expression.
"Heigh-ho,little Sara!"he said to himself "I don't believe you know how much your daddy will miss you."
The next day he took her to Miss Minchin's and left her there.
He was to sail away the next morning.He explained to Miss Minchin that his solicitors,Messrs.Barrow &Skipworth,had charge of his affairs in England and would give her any advice she wanted,and that they would pay the bills she sent in for Sara's expenses.
He would write to Sara twice a week,and she was to be given every pleasure she asked for.
"She is a sensible little thing,and she never wants anything it isn't safe to give her,"he said.
Then he went with Sara into her little sitting room and they bade each other good-by.Sara sat on his knee and held the lapels of his coat in her small hands,and looked long and hard at his face.
"Are you learning me by heart,little Sara?"he said,stroking her hair.
"No,"she answered."I know you by heart.You are inside my heart."
And they put their arms round each other and kissed as if they would never let each other go.
When the cab drove away from the door,Sara was sitting on the floor of her sitting room,with her hands under her chin and her eyes following it until it had turned the corner of the square.
Emily was sitting by her,and she looked after it,too.When Miss Minchin sent her sister,Miss Amelia,to see what the child was doing,she found she could not open the door.
"I have locked it,"said a queer,polite little voice from inside.
"I want to be quite by myself,if you please."
Miss Amelia was fat and dumpy,and stood very much in awe of her sister.She was really the better-natured person of the two,but she never disobeyed Miss Minchin.She went downstairs again,looking almost alarmed.
"I never saw such a funny,old-fashioned child,sister,"she said.
"She has locked herself in,and she is not ****** the least particle of noise."
"It is much better than if she kicked and screamed,as some of them do,"Miss Minchin answered."I expected that a child as much spoiled as she is would set the whole house in an uproar.
If ever a child was given her own way in everything,she is."
"I've been opening her trunks and putting her things away,"
said Miss Amelia."I never saw anything like them--sable and ermine on her coats,and real Valenciennes lace on her underclothing.
You have seen some of her clothes.What DO you think of them?"
"I think they are perfectly ridiculous,"replied Miss Minchin,sharply;"but they will look very well at the head of the line when we take the schoolchildren to church on Sunday.
She has been provided for as if she were a little princess."
And upstairs in the locked room Sara and Emily sat on the floor and stared at the corner round which the cab had disappeared,while Captain Crewe looked backward,waving and kissing his hand as if he could not bear to stop.
