A Little Princess _ Being the whole story - Frances Hodgson Burnett

not understand them. So it was natural that, having made Sara's acquaintance, she should sit and stare at her wi ...

that you have a playroom all to yourself?" "Yes," Sara answered. "Papa asked Miss Minchin to let me h ...

pretended things?" "No," said Ermengarde. "Never. I—tell me about it." She was so bewitched by this odd, ne ...

"Yes," Sara answered, after a moment's silence. "But it is not in my body." Then she added something ...

as if tears were in them. "Lavinia and Jessie are 'best friends,'" she said rather huskily. "I wish we ...

"Things happen to people by accident," she used to say. "A lot of nice accidents have happened to ...

"'Dear Sara must come into the drawing room and talk to Mrs. Musgrave about India,'" mimicked Lav ...

them. No one had seen such a very real doll's tea set before. From that afternoon Sara was regarded ...

Minchin's voice rose until it almost thundered, then suddenly she sprang up from her chair in impotent ...

can?" she gasped. "I don't know whether I CAN", answered Sara, still in her half-whisper; "but I will ...

who was cross, and Miss Amelia, who was foolishly indulgent, she rather liked Sara, little as she knew her. Sh ...

in every word until the end came—far too soon. When it did come, she was so sorry that she put up her l ...

was one or not. Anyone who has been at school with a teller of stories knows what the wonder me ...

She was cleaner than she had been when she peeped through the area railings, but she looked just as frightened ...

to tell stories to servant girls, but I know MY mamma wouldn't like ME to do it." "My mamma!" said Sar ...

"Who is that little girl who makes the fires?" she asked Mariette that night. Mariette broke forth i ...

books in it, and curious things from India; there was a sofa and the low, soft chair; Emily sat in a cha ...

It did not occur to her to feel cross at finding her pet chair occupied by the small, dingy figure. To tell ...

"You were tired," she said; "you could not help it. You are not really awake yet." How poor Becky stared ...

"No one is anywhere about," she explained. "If your bedrooms are finished, perhaps you might stay a tiny wh ...