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On
that
first
morning
,
when
Sara
sat
at
Miss
Minchin
's
side
,
aware
that
the
whole
schoolroom
was
devoting
itself
to
observing
her
,
she
had
noticed
very
soon
one
little
girl
,
about
her
own
age
,
who
looked
at
her
very
hard
with
a
pair
of
light
,
rather
dull
,
blue
eyes
.
She
was
a
fat
child
who
did
not
look
as
if
she
were
in
the
least
clever
,
but
she
had
a
good-naturedly
pouting
mouth
.
Her
flaxen
hair
was
braided
in
a
tight
pigtail
,
tied
with
a
ribbon
,
and
she
had
pulled
this
pigtail
around
her
neck
,
and
was
biting
the
end
of
the
ribbon
,
resting
her
elbows
on
the
desk
,
as
she
stared
wonderingly
at
the
new
pupil
.
When
Monsieur
Dufarge
began
to
speak
to
Sara
,
she
looked
a
little
frightened
;
and
when
Sara
stepped
forward
and
,
looking
at
him
with
the
innocent
,
appealing
eyes
,
answered
him
,
without
any
warning
,
in
French
,
the
fat
little
girl
gave
a
startled
jump
,
and
grew
quite
red
in
her
awed
amazement
.
Having
wept
hopeless
tears
for
weeks
in
her
efforts
to
remember
that
"
la
mere
"
meant
"
the
mother
,
"
and
"
le
pere
,
"
"
the
father
,
"
--
when
one
spoke
sensible
English
--
it
was
almost
too
much
for
her
suddenly
to
find
herself
listening
to
a
child
her
own
age
who
seemed
not
only
quite
familiar
with
these
words
,
but
apparently
knew
any
number
of
others
,
and
could
mix
them
up
with
verbs
as
if
they
were
mere
trifles
.
She
stared
so
hard
and
bit
the
ribbon
on
her
pigtail
so
fast
that
she
attracted
the
attention
of
Miss
Minchin
,
who
,
feeling
extremely
cross
at
the
moment
,
immediately
pounced
upon
her
.
"
Miss
St.
John
!
"
she
exclaimed
severely
.
"
What
do
you
mean
by
such
conduct
?
Remove
your
elbows
!
Take
your
ribbon
out
of
your
mouth
!
Sit
up
at
once
!
"
Upon
which
Miss
St.
John
gave
another
jump
,
and
when
Lavinia
and
Jessie
tittered
she
became
redder
than
ever
--
so
red
,
indeed
,
that
she
almost
looked
as
if
tears
were
coming
into
her
poor
,
dull
,
childish
eyes
;
and
Sara
saw
her
and
was
so
sorry
for
her
that
she
began
rather
to
like
her
and
want
to
be
her
friend
.
It
was
a
way
of
hers
always
to
want
to
spring
into
any
fray
in
which
someone
was
made
uncomfortable
or
unhappy
.
"
If
Sara
had
been
a
boy
and
lived
a
few
centuries
ago
,
"
her
father
used
to
say
,
"
she
would
have
gone
about
the
country
with
her
sword
drawn
,
rescuing
and
defending
everyone
in
distress
.
She
always
wants
to
fight
when
she
sees
people
in
trouble
.
"
So
she
took
rather
a
fancy
to
fat
,
slow
,
little
Miss
St.
John
,
and
kept
glancing
toward
her
through
the
morning
.
She
saw
that
lessons
were
no
easy
matter
to
her
,
and
that
there
was
no
danger
of
her
ever
being
spoiled
by
being
treated
as
a
show
pupil
.
Her
French
lesson
was
a
pathetic
thing
.
Her
pronunciation
made
even
Monsieur
Dufarge
smile
in
spite
of
himself
,
and
Lavinia
and
Jessie
and
the
more
fortunate
girls
either
giggled
or
looked
at
her
in
wondering
disdain
.
But
Sara
did
not
laugh
.
She
tried
to
look
as
if
she
did
not
hear
when
Miss
St.
John
called
"
le
bon
pain
,
"
"
lee
bong
pang
.
"
She
had
a
fine
,
hot
little
temper
of
her
own
,
and
it
made
her
feel
rather
savage
when
she
heard
the
titters
and
saw
the
poor
,
stupid
,
distressed
child
's
face
.
"
It
is
n't
funny
,
really
,
"
she
said
between
her
teeth
,
as
she
bent
over
her
book
.
"
They
ought
not
to
laugh
.
"
When
lessons
were
over
and
the
pupils
gathered
together
in
groups
to
talk
,
Sara
looked
for
Miss
St.
John
,
and
finding
her
bundled
rather
disconsolately
in
a
window-seat
,
she
walked
over
to
her
and
spoke
.
She
only
said
the
kind
of
thing
little
girls
always
say
to
each
other
by
way
of
beginning
an
acquaintance
,
but
there
was
something
friendly
about
Sara
,
and
people
always
felt
it
.
"
What
is
your
name
?
"
she
said
.
