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Though her life is bleak, Sara remains kind to others, but gets her revenge on the school bully, Lavinia. Charles Randolph, the school's elderly neighbor, receives word that his son John has been declared missing in action while fighting in Europe. Ram Dass, Mr. Randolph's Indian associate, comes to notice Sara from the neighboring attic, overhearing her imaginative stories. When a wounded soldier suffering from amnesia is misidentified as John, Ram Dass encourages Mr. Randolph to take the man in. Sara's friends sneak into Miss Minchin's office and recover her locket, visiting her that night to hear her tales of Prince Rama. They are caught by Miss Minchin, who punishes Sara and Becky with a day without meals and keeping Becky locked in her room for the entire day, but Sara stands up to her cruelty with her father's belief that "all girls are princesses" no matter their lot in life.
Intelligent, imaginative and kind, Sara sees through flattery and remains unspoiled; she embraces the status of a 'princess' accorded by the other students, and lives up to it with her generosity. She befriends Ermengarde, the school dunce; Lottie, a four-year-old student given to tantrums; and Becky, the stunted scullery maid.
For the next two years Miss Minchin starves and overworks Sara, turning her into a menial servant and unpaid tutor, with the prospect of turning her into an under-paid teacher when she is old enough. Most of the students take their tone from Miss Minchin, but Sara is consoled by her few friends and uses her imagination to cope with her bleak existence. She continues to be kind and polite to everyone, even her abusers, in the belief that conduct, not money, make a true princess. On one of the bleakest days when she herself is ravenous, she finds a coin and buys six buns, but gives a beggar-child five of them because the latter is starving.
Miss Minchin: [after ordering the girls out and punishing Becky, to Sara] And you will perform all her chores in addition to your own without breakfast, lunch, OR dinner! It's time you learn, Sara Crewe, that real life has nothing to do with your little fantasy games. It's a cruel, nasty world out there, and it's our duty to make the best of it - not to indulge in ridiculous *dreams*, but to be productive and useful! Do you understand what I'm saying?
Sara Crewe: All girls are! Even if they live in tiny old attics, even if they dress in rags, even if they aren't pretty, or smart, or young, they're still princesses - *all* of us! Didn't *your* father ever tell you that? Didn't he?
This Spring I was approached by Salamandra to illustrate A Princesinha, the Portuguese Edition of A Little Princess written by Frances Hodgson Burnett. Immediately I knew I wanted the job. Not only was I trying to make my way into the publishing/book world, but I have loved this story since I was a little girl. When I was in 7th grade, I did a book report (along with 3D Diorama) of this story and I have always loved the magic of it.
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When Sara Crewe arrives at Miss Minchin's London boarding school, she seems just like a real little princess. She wears beautiful clothes, has gracious manners, and tells the most wonderful stories. Then one day, Sara suddenly becomes penniless. Now she must wear rags, sleep in the school's dreary attic, and work for her living. Sara is all alone, but she keeps telling herself that she can still be a little princess inside, if only she tries hard enough. Now, with this very special deluxe edition of Burnett's timeless classic, readers can continue to discover the wonders of Sara Crewe's unforgettable story. Tasha's historically accurate and beautifully done pictures have no doubt contributed to the fact that over a million copies of Little Princess and Secret Garden have been sold in recent decades. Originally illustrated by Tasha Tudor in 1963.
Jani: Do you have a little girl in your life? Oh, I hope you do, either a daughter, a granddaughter, a niece, some little girl you teach in Sunday school, or someone in your community or neighborhood. Would you pray along with Heidi and me as we pray for the little girls in our lives today?
Once on a dark winter's day, when the yellow fog hung so thick andheavy in the streets of London that the lamps were lighted and the shopwindows blazed with gas as they do at night, an odd-looking little girlsat in a cab with her father and was driven rather slowly through thebig thoroughfares.
She was such a little girl that one did not expect to see such a lookon her small face. It would have been an old look for a child oftwelve, and Sara Crewe was only seven. The fact was, however, that shewas always dreaming and thinking odd things and could not herselfremember any time when she had not been thinking things about grown-uppeople and the world they belonged to. She felt as if she had lived along, long time.
"But you will not have to stay for a very long time, little Sara," hehad always said. "You will go to a nice house where there will be alot of little girls, and you will play together, and I will send youplenty of books, and you will grow so fast that it will seem scarcely ayear before you are big enough and clever enough to come back and takecare of papa."
He laughed at her old-fashioned speech and kissed her. He was reallynot at all resigned himself, though he knew he must keep that a secret.His quaint little Sara had been a great companion to him, and he felthe should be a lonely fellow when, on his return to India, he went intohis bungalow knowing he need not expect to see the small figure in itswhite frock come forward to meet him. So he held her very closely inhis arms as the cab rolled into the big, dull square in which stood thehouse which was their destination.
It was just then that Miss Minchin entered the room. She was very likeher house, Sara felt: tall and dull, and respectable and ugly. She hadlarge, cold, fishy eyes, and a large, cold, fishy smile. It spreaditself into a very large smile when she saw Sara and Captain Crewe.She had heard a great many desirable things of the young soldier fromthe lady who had recommended her school to him. Among other things, shehad heard that he was a rich father who was willing to spend a greatdeal of money on his little daughter.
"Why does she say I am a beautiful child?" she was thinking. "I am notbeautiful at all. Colonel Grange's little girl, Isobel, is beautiful.She has dimples and rose-colored cheeks, and long hair the color ofgold. I have short black hair and green eyes; besides which, I am athin child and not fair in the least. I am one of the ugliest childrenI ever saw. She is beginning by telling a story."
She was mistaken, however, in thinking she was an ugly child. She wasnot in the least like Isobel Grange, who had been the beauty of theregiment, but she had an odd charm of her own. She was a slim, supplecreature, rather tall for her age, and had an intense, attractivelittle face. Her hair was heavy and quite black and only curled at thetips; her eyes were greenish gray, it is true, but they were big,wonderful eyes with long, black lashes, and though she herself did notlike the color of them, many other people did. Still she was very firmin her belief that she was an ugly little girl, and she was not at allelated by Miss Minchin's flattery.
Sara stood near her father and listened while he and Miss Minchintalked. She had been brought to the seminary because Lady Meredith'stwo little girls had been educated there, and Captain Crewe had a greatrespect for Lady Meredith's experience. Sara was to be what was knownas "a parlor boarder," and she was to enjoy even greater privilegesthan parlor boarders usually did. She was to have a pretty bedroom andsitting room of her own; she was to have a pony and a carriage, and amaid to take the place of the ayah who had been her nurse in India.
Captain Crewe would really have enjoyed the shopping tremendously, butthat a sad thought kept tugging at his heart. This all meant that hewas going to be separated from his beloved, quaint little comrade.
"I think they are perfectly ridiculous," replied Miss Minchin, sharply;"but they will look very well at the head of the line when we take theschoolchildren to church on Sunday. She has been provided for as if shewere a little princess."
"Comme elle est drole!" Mariette said to herself, and when she wentdownstairs she told the head housemaid about it. But she had alreadybegun to like this odd little girl who had such an intelligent smallface and such perfect manners. She had taken care of children beforewho were not so polite. Sara was a very fine little person, and had agentle, appreciative way of saying, "If you please, Mariette," "Thankyou, Mariette," which was very charming. Mariette told the headhousemaid that she thanked her as if she was thanking a lady.
"I am afraid," said Miss Minchin, with a slightly sour smile, "that youhave been a very spoiled little girl and always imagine that things aredone because you like them. My impression is that your papa wished youto learn French."
One of Miss Minchin's chief secret annoyances was that she did notspeak French herself, and was desirous of concealing the irritatingfact. She, therefore, had no intention of discussing the matter andlaying herself open to innocent questioning by a new little pupil.
Monsieur Dufarge arrived very shortly afterward. He was a very nice,intelligent, middle-aged Frenchman, and he looked interested when hiseyes fell upon Sara trying politely to seem absorbed in her little bookof phrases.
So she took rather a fancy to fat, slow, little Miss St. John, and keptglancing toward her through the morning. She saw that lessons were noeasy matter to her, and that there was no danger of her ever beingspoiled by being treated as a show pupil. Her French lesson was apathetic thing. Her pronunciation made even Monsieur Dufarge smile inspite of himself, and Lavinia and Jessie and the more fortunate girlseither giggled or looked at her in wondering disdain. But Sara did notlaugh. She tried to look as if she did not hear when Miss St. Johncalled "le bon pain," "lee bong pang." She had a fine, hot littletemper of her own, and it made her feel rather savage when she heardthe titters and saw the poor, stupid, distressed child's face.
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