Adela Cathcart, vol 3 | Page 4

my face get very hot, and somehow my
back-bone grew longer, though I felt my eyes fixed on the ground.
"'But,' she went on, 'you must change you dress. I will show you the
way to your room, and you will find a print gown there, which I hope
you will keep clean. And above all things don't tell lies.'
"Here Chrissy burst out laughing, as if it was such fun to be accused of
lying; but presently her eyes filled, and she made haste to go on.
"'You may be sure I made haste to put on the nice clean frock, and, to
my delight, found other clean things for me as well. I declare I felt like
a princess for a whole day after, notwithstanding the occupation. For I

soon found that I had been made over to Mrs. Sprinx, as a servant of all
work. I think she must have paid these people for the chance of
reclaiming one whom they had represented as at least a great liar.
Whether my wages were to be paid to them, or even what they were to
be, I never heard. I made up my mind at once that the best thing would
be to do the work without grumbling, and do it as well as I could, for
that would be doing no harm to anyone, but the contrary, while it
would give me the better chance of making my escape. But though I
was determined to get away the first opportunity, and was miserable
when I thought how anxious you would all be about me, yet I confess it
was such a relief to be clean and in respectable company, that I caught
myself singing once or twice the very first day. But the old lady soon
stopped that. She was about in the kitchen the greater part of the day till
almost dinner-time, and taught me how to cook and save my soul both
at once.'
"'Indeed,' interrupted Uncle Peter, 'I have read receipts for the salvation
of the soul that sounded very much as if they came out of a
cookery-book.' And the wrinkles of his laugh went up into his night-cap.
Neither Chrissy nor I understood this at the time, but I have often
thought of it since.
"Chrissy went on:
"'I had finished washing up my dinner-things, and sat down for a few
minutes, for I was tired. I was staring into the fire, and thinking and
thinking how I should get away, and what I should do when I got out of
the house, and feeling as if the man and the woman were always
prowling about it, and watching me through the window, when
suddenly I saw a little boy in a corner of the kitchen, staring at me with
great brown eyes. He was a little boy, perhaps about six years old, with
a pale face, and very earnest look. I did not speak to him, but waited to
see what he would do. A few minutes passed, and I forgot him. But as I
was wiping my eyes, which would get wet sometimes, notwithstanding
my good-fortune, he came up to me, and said in a timid whisper,
"'Are you a princess?'

"'What makes you think that?' I said.
"'You have got such white hands,' he answered.
"'No, I am not a princess,' I said.
"'Aren't you Cinderella?'
"'No, my darling,' I replied; 'but something like her; for they have
stolen me away from home and brought me here. I wish I could get
away.'
"'And here I confess I burst into a down right fit of crying.
"'Don't cry,' said the little fellow, stroking my cheek. 'I will let you out
some time. Shall you be able to find your way home all by yourself?'
"'Yes I think so,' I answered; but at the same time, I felt very doubtful
about it, because I always fancied those people watching, me. But
before either of us spoke again, in came Mrs. Sprinx.
"'You naughty boy! What business have you to make the servant
neglect her work?'
"'For I was still sitting by the fire, and my arm was round the dear little
fellow, and his head was leaning on my shoulder.
"'She's not a servant, auntie!' cried he, indignantly. 'She's a real princess,
though of course she won't own to it.'
"'What lies you have been telling the boy! You ought to be ashamed of
yourself. Come along directly. Get the tea at once, Jane.'
"'My little friend went with his aunt, and I rose and got the tea. But I
felt much lighter-hearted since I had the sympathy of the little boy to
comfort me. Only I was afraid they would make him hate me. But,
although I saw very little of