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During
her
short
life
only
one
thing
had
troubled
her
,
and
that
thing
was
"
the
place
"
she
was
to
be
taken
to
some
day
.
The
climate
of
India
was
very
bad
for
children
,
and
as
soon
as
possible
they
were
sent
away
from
it
--
generally
to
England
and
to
school
.
She
had
seen
other
children
go
away
,
and
had
heard
their
fathers
and
mothers
talk
about
the
letters
they
received
from
them
.
She
had
known
that
she
would
be
obliged
to
go
also
,
and
though
sometimes
her
father
's
stories
of
the
voyage
and
the
new
country
had
attracted
her
,
she
had
been
troubled
by
the
thought
that
he
could
not
stay
with
her
.
"
Could
n't
you
go
to
that
place
with
me
,
papa
?
"
she
had
asked
when
she
was
five
years
old
.
"
Could
n't
you
go
to
school
,
too
?
I
would
help
you
with
your
lessons
.
"
"
But
you
will
not
have
to
stay
for
a
very
long
time
,
little
Sara
,
"
he
had
always
said
.
"
You
will
go
to
a
nice
house
where
there
will
be
a
lot
of
little
girls
,
and
you
will
play
together
,
and
I
will
send
you
plenty
of
books
,
and
you
will
grow
so
fast
that
it
will
seem
scarcely
a
year
before
you
are
big
enough
and
clever
enough
to
come
back
and
take
care
of
papa
.
"
She
had
liked
to
think
of
that
.
To
keep
the
house
for
her
father
;
to
ride
with
him
,
and
sit
at
the
head
of
his
table
when
he
had
dinner
parties
;
to
talk
to
him
and
read
his
books
--
that
would
be
what
she
would
like
most
in
the
world
,
and
if
one
must
go
away
to
"
the
place
"
in
England
to
attain
it
,
she
must
make
up
her
mind
to
go
.
She
did
not
care
very
much
for
other
little
girls
,
but
if
she
had
plenty
of
books
she
could
console
herself
.
She
liked
books
more
than
anything
else
,
and
was
,
in
fact
,
always
inventing
stories
of
beautiful
things
and
telling
them
to
herself
.
Sometimes
she
had
told
them
to
her
father
,
and
he
had
liked
them
as
much
as
she
did
.
"
Well
,
papa
,
"
she
said
softly
,
"
if
we
are
here
I
suppose
we
must
be
resigned
.
"
He
laughed
at
her
old-fashioned
speech
and
kissed
her
.
He
was
really
not
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
felt
he
should
be
a
lonely
fellow
when
,
on
his
return
to
India
,
he
went
into
his
bungalow
knowing
he
need
not
expect
to
see
the
small
figure
in
its
white
frock
come
forward
to
meet
him
.
So
he
held
her
very
closely
in
his
arms
as
the
cab
rolled
into
the
big
,
dull
square
in
which
stood
the
house
which
was
their
destination
.
It
was
a
big
,
dull
,
brick
house
,
exactly
like
all
the
others
in
its
row
,
but
that
on
the
front
door
there
shone
a
brass
plate
on
which
was
engraved
in
black
letters
:
MISS
MINCHIN
,
Select
Seminary
for
Young
Ladies
.
"
Here
we
are
,
Sara
,
"
said
Captain
Crewe
,
making
his
voice
sound
as
cheerful
as
possible
.
Then
he
lifted
her
out
of
the
cab
and
they
mounted
the
steps
and
rang
the
bell
.
Sara
often
thought
afterward
that
the
house
was
somehow
exactly
like
Miss
Minchin
.
It
was
respectable
and
well
furnished
,
but
everything
in
it
was
ugly
;
and
the
very
armchairs
seemed
to
have
hard
bones
in
them
.
In
the
hall
everything
was
hard
and
polished
--
even
the
red
cheeks
of
the
moon
face
on
the
tall
clock
in
the
corner
had
a
severe
varnished
look
.
The
drawing
room
into
which
they
were
ushered
was
covered
by
a
carpet
with
a
square
pattern
upon
it
,
the
chairs
were
square
,
and
a
heavy
marble
timepiece
stood
upon
the
heavy
marble
mantel
.
As
she
sat
down
in
one
of
the
stiff
mahogany
chairs
,
Sara
cast
one
of
her
quick
looks
about
her
.
