"Well, I have got my troubles," said Mrs. Stubbs, drying her eyes, and looking at her daughter’s pretty flushed face; "but others has them as well. You were always my right ’and, May, from the time you was a little girl in short petticoats; and you’re more comfort to me now than all my other children put together, all of them. Flossie’s been ’ere turning up her nose at her mother and insulting Sarah shameful; and Tom’s grumbling all day long at what he calls his ’beggarly screw’; and saying it won’t pay for ’is cigars and cabs and such-like; and Minnie’s been crying all this morning because it’s her birthday and nobody’s remembered it; and, really, altogether I feel as if it wouldn’t take much more to send me off my head altogether." "But I did remember it," cried May; "I’ve brought her a birthday present, poor child." "I’m sure it is good of you, May," poor Mrs. Stubbs cried. "Minnie ’ll be a bit comforted now. You know it is ’ard on her, for we used to make so much of birthdays. But neither she nor the little ones ever seem to think of what they’ve ’ad--and no more I do myself for that matter--only of what they ’aven’t got. ’Pon my word, there is but one in the ’ouse to-day who hasn’ ’ad their grumble over something or other, and that’s Sarah." Sarah laughed as she patted her aunt’s fat hand. "I’ve got something else to do just now, Auntie," she said bravely. "I’ve got to put my shoulder to the wheel now. I’ve been riding on the top of the wagon all along." CHAPTER XVII SARAH’S OPPORTUNITY A few days later they made the move to the little house at Fulham, which, in poor lavish Mrs. Stubbs’s eyes, was but a degree better than a removal to the workhouse. But Sarah--who somehow seemed to have naturally the management of everything--worked like a slave to get everything into good order before her aunt should set foot in the place at all. She turned the house in Jesamond Road out that she might take the prettiest and most suitable things for the little Queen Anne box to which they were going, and, with the help of Johnnie and the new servant, succeeded in having everything in perfect order by the time of Mrs. Stubbs’s arrival. But it was very, very small. Mrs. Stubbs looked hopelessly at the narrow passage and the narrower doorways when she entered, sobbed as she recognised one article of furniture after another, or missed such as Sarah had not thought it wise or in good taste to bring. "Oh, dear, dear! I ought to think it all very pretty and nice," she wailed; "I left it all to you, Sarah, and I know you’ve done your best--I know it; but I _did_ think I should have been able to keep my own inlaid market writing-table that Stubbs gave me on my last wedding-day--I did."