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Sara
felt
rather
hot-tempered
.
"
I
knew
she
was
listening
,
"
she
said
.
"
Why
should
n't
she
?
"
Lavinia
tossed
her
head
with
great
elegance
.
"
Well
,
"
she
remarked
,
"
I
do
not
know
whether
your
mamma
would
like
you
to
tell
stories
to
servant
girls
,
but
I
know
MY
mamma
would
n't
like
ME
to
do
it
.
"
"
My
mamma
!
"
said
Sara
,
looking
odd
.
"
I
do
n't
believe
she
would
mind
in
the
least
.
She
knows
that
stories
belong
to
everybody
.
"
"
I
thought
,
"
retorted
Lavinia
,
in
severe
recollection
,
"
that
your
mamma
was
dead
.
How
can
she
know
things
?
"
"
Do
you
think
she
DOES
N'T
know
things
?
"
said
Sara
,
in
her
stern
little
voice
.
Sometimes
she
had
a
rather
stern
little
voice
.
"
Sara
's
mamma
knows
everything
,
"
piped
in
Lottie
.
"
So
does
my
mamma
--
'
cept
Sara
is
my
mamma
at
Miss
Minchin
's
--
my
other
one
knows
everything
.
The
streets
are
shining
,
and
there
are
fields
and
fields
of
lilies
,
and
everybody
gathers
them
.
Sara
tells
me
when
she
puts
me
to
bed
.
"
"
You
wicked
thing
,
"
said
Lavinia
,
turning
on
Sara
;
"
making
fairy
stories
about
heaven
.
"
"
There
are
much
more
splendid
stories
in
Revelation
,
"
returned
Sara
.
"
Just
look
and
see
!
How
do
you
know
mine
are
fairy
stories
?
But
I
can
tell
you
"
--
with
a
fine
bit
of
unheavenly
temper
--
"
you
will
never
find
out
whether
they
are
or
not
if
you
're
not
kinder
to
people
than
you
are
now
.
Come
along
,
Lottie
.
"
And
she
marched
out
of
the
room
,
rather
hoping
that
she
might
see
the
little
servant
again
somewhere
,
but
she
found
no
trace
of
her
when
she
got
into
the
hall
.
