any of the other children, and would prick up her ears and
listen for it a long way off. Her whole name was "Sarah, Duchess of
Marlborough", and she was a Blenheim spaniel.

As befitted her rank, Sarah led a life of luxury, and had a great many
possessions of her very own. Smart collars and bells, a box full of
different coloured ribbons, a travelling trunk with her name upon it, a
brush and comb, a warm coat for cold weather, and a comfortable basket
to sleep in. Everything that heart could desire for comfort or
adornment was hers. She had never been used to the least roughness or
hardship, and certainly was too delicate to fight her own way in the
world.

And now Sarah was lost! All through that Sunday everyone was very much
disturbed, and talked of nothing but how they could find her. If a
visitor came in, the conversation was all about Sarah; but no one seemed
to be very hopeful that she would be brought back. There were
dog-stealers about, they said, and such a little dog would be easily
picked up and hidden. Poor Diana listened to all this, and got more and
more miserable as the day went on, for she began to feel quite sure that
she should never see her dear little dog again. She moped about, got
very pale, would not eat her dinner, and would have been in utter
despair if Mother had not given her some comfort. For Mother was the
only person who thought there was a chance of Sarah's return, and this
cheered Diana, because she had a feeling that Mother knew everything.

Nevertheless when Monday morning came and there was no Sarah, Diana went
downstairs in the lowest spirits.

"Immediately after breakfast," said her mother, "I shall put on my
bonnet and go out to look for Sarah."

"Will you _promise_ to bring her back?" asked poor little Diana
earnestly.

Even Mother could not _promise_, but she would do her very best, and
when she had started Diana went up to the nursery somewhat comforted, to
wait as patiently as she could for her return.

Long, long before that could possibly happen she stationed herself at
the window, and fixed her eyes on the busy street below. Carts,
carriages, cabs, people, how they all went on and on without a pause,
full of their own business or pleasure! So many ladies, but not Mother;
so many dogs, small and big, but not one quite like Sarah. Diana's
mouth began to droop more and more with disappointment, and she was very
near crying. Even Mother could not bring Sara