{"product_id":"2940013538184","title":"LITTLE SAINT ELIZABETH","description":"CONTENTS\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eLittle Saint Elizabeth\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe Story of Prince Fairyfoot\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe Proud Little Grain of Wheat\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBehind the White Brick\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eLIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eFROM DRAWINGS BY REGINALD B. BIRCH\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"There she is,\" they would cry.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eIt was Aunt Clotilde, who had sunk forward while kneeling at prayer\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe villagers did not stand in awe of her\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Uncle Bertrand,\" said the child, clasping her hands\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Why is it that you cry?\" she asked gently\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHer strength deserted her--she fell upon her knees in the snow\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Why,\" exclaimed Fairyfoot, \"I'm surprised\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"What's the matter with the swine?\" he asked\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAlmost immediately they found themselves in a beautiful little dell\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eFairyfoot loved her in a moment, and he knelt on one knee\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"There's the cake,\" he said\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Eh! Eh!\" he said. \"What! What! Who's this Tootsicums?\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eLITTLE SAINT ELIZABETH\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eShe had not been brought up in America at all. She had been born in\u003cbr\u003eFrance, in a beautiful _château_, and she had been born heiress to a\u003cbr\u003egreat fortune, but, nevertheless, just now she felt as if she was very\u003cbr\u003epoor, indeed. And yet her home was in one of the most splendid houses in\u003cbr\u003eNew York. She had a lovely suite of apartments of her own, though she was\u003cbr\u003eonly eleven years old. She had had her own carriage and a saddle horse, a\u003cbr\u003etrain of masters, and governesses, and servants, and was regarded by all\u003cbr\u003ethe children of the neighborhood as a sort of grand and mysterious little\u003cbr\u003eprincess, whose incomings and outgoings were to be watched with the\u003cbr\u003egreatest interest.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"There she is,\" they would cry, flying to their windows to look at her.\u003cbr\u003e\"She is going out in her carriage.\" \"She is dressed all in black velvet\u003cbr\u003eand splendid fur.\" \"That is her own, own, carriage.\" \"She has millions of\u003cbr\u003emoney; and she can have anything she wants--Jane says so!\" \"She is very\u003cbr\u003epretty, too; but she is so pale and has such big, sorrowful, black eyes.\u003cbr\u003eI should not be sorrowful if I were in her place; but Jane says the\u003cbr\u003eservants say she is always quiet and looks sad.\" \"Her maid says she lived\u003cbr\u003ewith her aunt, and her aunt made her too religious.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eShe rarely lifted her large dark eyes to look at them with any curiosity.\u003cbr\u003eShe was not accustomed to the society of children. She had never had a\u003cbr\u003echild companion in her life, and these little Americans, who were so very\u003cbr\u003erosy and gay, and who went out to walk or drive with groups of brothers\u003cbr\u003eand sisters, and even ran in the street, laughing and playing and\u003cbr\u003esquabbling healthily--these children amazed her.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003ePoor little Saint Elizabeth! She had not lived a very natural or healthy\u003cbr\u003elife herself, and she knew absolutely nothing of real childish pleasures.\u003cbr\u003eYou see, it had occurred in this way: When she was a baby of two years\u003cbr\u003eher young father and mother died, within a week of each other, of a\u003cbr\u003eterrible fever, and the only near relatives the little one had were her\u003cbr\u003eAunt Clotilde and Uncle Bertrand. Her Aunt Clotilde lived in\u003cbr\u003eNormandy--her Uncle Bertrand in New York. As these two were her only\u003cbr\u003eguardians, and as Bertrand de Rochemont was a gay bachelor, fond of\u003cbr\u003epleasure and knowing nothing of babies, it was natural that he should be\u003cbr\u003every willing that his elder sister should undertake the rearing and\u003cbr\u003eeducation of the child.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Only,\" he wrote to Mademoiselle de Rochemont, \"don't end by training her\u003cbr\u003efor an abbess, my dear Clotilde.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e[Illustration: \"THERE SHE IS,\" THEY WOULD CRY.]","brand":"SAP","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":47070115266800,"sku":"2940013538184","price":0.99,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0737\/7593\/9824\/files\/2940013538184_p0.jpg?v=1763582113","url":"https:\/\/shop-qa.barnesandnoble.com\/products\/2940013538184","provider":"Barnes \u0026 Noble (DEV)","version":"1.0","type":"link"}