I own nothing. The Scrubbs are not relatives Carrisford is going to be the children's uncle
On Monday the children's uncle Robert Carrisford came,Mother told them that they were not to bother,"Poor Uncle Robert" because he was recovering from brain fever . They would have to be especially quiet,she was mostly looking at Lucy when she said this,because Lucy hated being quiet. Nevertheless they promised they would try to keep quiet.
They went up to visit Sara,but realised Sara was running errands when after half an hour she didn't come to the window. Dejected,they headed down to the parlour . Lucy sat at the window,"It's going to rain
"Poor Sara." she murmured.
"Yes,poor Sara." Edmund echoed looking out the window as it started to snow.
"She must be so cold in that tiny room." Lucy said." I wish we could help her."
"We could tell Uncle Robert." Edmund suggested.
"We couldn't Mamma said we weren't to bother Uncle Robert and telling him about a girl he doesn't know is bothering him." Susan said.
"It isn't not really." Lucy insisted.
"It is." Susan stated.
"No,It's not,I'm going to go tell him." Lucy said firmly and stubbornly. Susan stopped her .
"Mother won't like it if you bothered him,Lucy you know that." Susan said firmly
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A few days later they were taking a walk with Uncle Robert who needed a change of scenery and had agreed to accompany the four of them to the park . They managed to convince Mother to let them go without Nanny or Rebekah
"Look! it's Sara." Lucy said pointing across the street,she waved enthuiastically until Sara came over bowed down by the weight of the baskets.
"Hello,Sara." Lucy said hesitantly for Sara didn't say hello back. "How are you?"
Sara looked at Lucy,then said bitterly,"How am I,how would you be if you had to run errands from morning to night and no food to eat either in the bitter cold." picking up her baskets the girl stood there a minute than ran after her .
"Sara! Sara! I didn't mean to be rude truly I didn't,oh don't be sore Sara,please." Lucy pleaded earnestly.
Sara's face relaxed and she hugged Lucy," I could never stay mad at you." she assured her,"But I must get back or else Cook will be cross."
Lucy waved watching as Sara rounded the corner and left. She ran back over to her siblings and Uncle,they were telling him about Sara.
"She's a servant there." Lucy said.
Uncle Robert looked thoughtful.
"Uncle Robert,are you ill." Susan and Peter asked in concern.
"What oh no, no not ill just thinking that's all." he assured them.
"About what?" Peter asked .
" A little girl the daughter of a friend I accidently wronged .I was wondering I would ever find her." Uncle Robert said.
"Maybe it's Sara! " Lucy cried clapping her hands at the prospect.
"Of course it isn't Sara." Susan said."It couldn't be her."
"But what if it was,it could be couldn't it Uncle Robert." Lucy said turning to him.
"It might not be,Lu." Peter said .
"It might be why couldn't it be." Lucy stubbornly insisted.
"Nothing is that easy." Uncle Robert said.
"What's the girl like . Who 's daughter is she?" Edmund asked .
"She was born in India and her father was a captain." Uncle Robert said.
"But Sara was born in India!" Lucy cried.
"That's right she was and her father was a captain." Peter recalled,he turned to Uncle Robert," What if Sara was the girl you were looking for what would happen."
"If she were and I'm only saying if .I'd adopt her." Uncle Robert said," But we mustn't get our hopes up,it might just be a coincidence . After all,she might be in even Russia."
"Papa's going to Russia is that why he's going?" Susan asked.
Uncle Robert nodded ,"I just pray that he has some luck in Russia." he said to himself.
They started back home ,the four of them were convinced that Sara was indeed the girl their uncle was looking for.
Next up: Sara and Lucy talk and Rebekah scolds the children
