Chapter 5 the Magic
One morning, on her way back from the butcher's, Sora saw that a van full of furniture hod stopped outside the empty house next door.
"Someone must be moving in, thought Sara. Glancing at the pieces of furniture, she had a weird, homesick feeling. They reminded her of the things they had in India "An English gentleman has moved in," Becky told her that night. "He's come from India and his name is Mr. Carri He's rich but he's been very ill.
When Sara next looked out of her window, she heard an odd little squeaky sound coming from the next door attic.Sara looked over and saw an Indian man servant "A Lascar she said to herself He was holding a small chattering monkey.
As the Lascar smiled at her, his hold on the monkey must have loosened. Suddenly, broke free, ran across the slates, and jumped into Sara's attic. "Shall I try and catch him?". Sara called to the Lascar. No need, Missee Sahib, "he answered." I, Ram Dass, will come and get him. "
In no time he had skipped across the rooftops and slipped through her skylight. Ram Dass bowed to Sara then caught the monkey with ease My master is very fond of this little one, he said, stroking the monkey. He thanked Sara, bowed once more and went back across the rooftops.
"He spoke to me as if I were a princess, not a servant girl," thought Sara. "My clothes might be in rags, but maybe I can still be a princess inside." Meanwhile, in the house next door, Ram Dass was telling his master about the little girl in the attic.
"poor thing," said Mr. Carrisford. He looked up at his friend. "Do you suppose Phillips," he said slowly, the child l am looking for is living like the little girl next door? -No," said Mr. Phillips, soothingly. "I am sure the little girl uou are looking for is the one in Paris. And she seems to be in good hounds.
"I can't be sure," Mr. Carrisford replied. "After all her name is different. They pronounced it Carew instead of Crewe. But the circumstances are so similar," said Mr. Phillips. "An English officer places his motherless little girl in a school, then dies suddenly after losing a fortune."
"You are the child was left in Paris?" Mr. Phillips went on I am sure of nothing," said Mr. Carrisford. "When I met Ralph Crewe in India, all we spoke of were the diamond mines." I must find his daughter! If she is penniless it's my fault. Crewe died thinking I was a villain. If only l hadn't been sick - I could have told him we hadn't lost the money.
"Try not to worry," said Mr. Phillips. "I'll leave for Paris tonight - and I'll find his daughter." Mr. Carrisford turned to Ram Dass. "In the meantime," he said, "let's do something for the little girl in the attic."
That night, Ram Dass slipped silently into Sara's attic as she slept. He padded noiselessly across the room, weaving his magic... Sora stirred as her skylight clicked shut. How strange," she thought, My room is so warm and i can uctuallu feel blankets. I must be dreaming."
"I don't want to open my eyes, she thought, "or this dream will fade." But it felt so real, she couldn't resist opening them... ...and the dream didn't melt away. There was a blozi fire in her room, blankets and rugs and a feast laid out on the table. "It's Magic!" thought Sara.
There was also a note. "To the little girl in the attic. From a friend. When she saw it, Sara burst into tears. Becky! Becky!" ara whispered as loudly as she dare "Wake up! Come and see the Magic!"