Sara had grown up blooming and radiant in spite of the depressing influences of Fraeulein and the dull, narrow schoolroom.

Her music and singing masters had come to her there.

Little Madame Blanchard had chirped to her in Parisian accent for the hour together over _les modes_ and _le beau Paris_.

Sara had danced and drilled with the other young ladies at Miss Dugald's select establishment, and had joined them at the riding-school or in the cavalcade under Captain Cooper.
Sara had worn her bondage lightly, and had fascinated even grim old Herr Schliefer.

Her tact and easy adaptability had kept Fraeulein Sonnenschein in a state of tepid good-humour.