Sarah’s School Friend

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‘It’s a dreadful thing to have a father you don’t respect, ’ said Sarah Clay, as she walked into the gilded and beautifully painted drawing-room of the aforesaid father’s mansion in Yorkshire. Her mother gave a little, sharp scream, and let fall the book she was holding in her hand. Sarah came forward swiftly, picked it up, and turned it over to look at the title, at sight of which she said, with a little laugh, ‘What a humbug you are, mother! You know you’ve never read a single word of this book.’ Mrs Clay’s face flushed crimson. “Ow dare you talk similar to that, Sarah?‘ Only she pronounced it fairly with a true cockney accent, and left out all her h’s. 'I don’t know w'at women are comin’ to nowadays, w'at wi’ one thing an’ another, w'en it comes to a chit o’ sixteen talkin’ like that about ‘er mother bein’ an ‘umbug, let alone sayin’ she doesn’t respect ‘er father; an’ w'at ‘e’d say if 'e 'eard 'er I couldn’t say, I’m sure, ’ she said, flustered.