Every one, even cross old Draper, idolised Sara for her beauty and sprightly ways.

When Aunt Philippa declared her education finished, she tripped out of the schoolroom as happily as possible to take possession of her grand new bedroom and the little boudoir, where all her girlish treasures were arranged.

She had not been the least impatient for her day of freedom: it would all come in good time.

When the sceptre was put into her hands and her sovereignty acknowledged by the whole household, the young princess was not a bit excited.

She put on her court dress and made her courtesy to her majesty with the same charming unconsciousness and ease of manner.