I was very much afraid that we did not rejoice quite as unselfishly in Sara 's good fortune as we should have done . WE had earned our contributions by the sweat of our brow , or by the scarcely less disagreeable method of `` begging . '' And Sara 's had as good as descended upon her out of the skies , as much like a miracle as anything you could imagine . `` She prayed for it , you know , '' said Felix , after Sara had gone home . `` That 's too easy a way of earning money , '' grumbled Peter resentfully . `` If the rest of us had just set down and done nothing , only prayed , how much do you s ` pose we 'd have ? It do n't seem fair to me . '' `` Oh , well , it 's different with Sara , '' said Dan . `` We COULD earn money and she COULD N'T . You see ? But come on down to the orchard . The Story Girl had a letter from her father to-day and she 's going to read it to us . '' We went promptly . A letter from the Story Girl 's father was always an event ; and to hear her read it was almost as good as hearing her tell a story . Before coming to Carlisle , Uncle Blair Stanley had been a mere name to us . Now he was a personality . His letters to the Story Girl , the pictures and sketches he sent her , her adoring and frequent mention of him , all combined to make him very real to us . We FELT then , what we did not understand till later years , that our grown-up relatives did not altogether admire or approve of Uncle Blair . He belonged to a different world from theirs . They had never known him very intimately or understood him .
I realize now that Uncle Blair was a bit XXXXX a Bohemian -- a respectable sort of tramp .
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