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"
She
says
it
has
nothing
to
do
with
what
you
look
like
,
or
what
you
have
.
It
has
only
to
do
with
what
you
THINK
of
,
and
what
you
DO
.
"
"
I
suppose
she
thinks
she
could
be
a
princess
if
she
was
a
beggar
,
"
said
Lavinia
.
"
Let
us
begin
to
call
her
Your
Royal
Highness
.
"
Lessons
for
the
day
were
over
,
and
they
were
sitting
before
the
schoolroom
fire
,
enjoying
the
time
they
liked
best
.
It
was
the
time
when
Miss
Minchin
and
Miss
Amelia
were
taking
their
tea
in
the
sitting
room
sacred
to
themselves
.
At
this
hour
a
great
deal
of
talking
was
done
,
and
a
great
many
secrets
changed
hands
,
particularly
if
the
younger
pupils
behaved
themselves
well
,
and
did
not
squabble
or
run
about
noisily
,
which
it
must
be
confessed
they
usually
did
.
When
they
made
an
uproar
the
older
girls
usually
interfered
with
scolding
and
shakes
.
They
were
expected
to
keep
order
,
and
there
was
danger
that
if
they
did
not
,
Miss
Minchin
or
Miss
Amelia
would
appear
and
put
an
end
to
festivities
.
Even
as
Lavinia
spoke
the
door
opened
and
Sara
entered
with
Lottie
,
whose
habit
was
to
trot
everywhere
after
her
like
a
little
dog
.
"
There
she
is
,
with
that
horrid
child
!
"
exclaimed
Lavinia
in
a
whisper
.
"
If
she
's
so
fond
of
her
,
why
does
n't
she
keep
her
in
her
own
room
?
She
will
begin
howling
about
something
in
five
minutes
.
"
It
happened
that
Lottie
had
been
seized
with
a
sudden
desire
to
play
in
the
schoolroom
,
and
had
begged
her
adopted
parent
to
come
with
her
.
She
joined
a
group
of
little
ones
who
were
playing
in
a
corner
.
Sara
curled
herself
up
in
the
window-seat
,
opened
a
book
,
and
began
to
read
.
It
was
a
book
about
the
French
Revolution
,
and
she
was
soon
lost
in
a
harrowing
picture
of
the
prisoners
in
the
Bastille
--
men
who
had
spent
so
many
years
in
dungeons
that
when
they
were
dragged
out
by
those
who
rescued
them
,
their
long
,
gray
hair
and
beards
almost
hid
their
faces
,
and
they
had
forgotten
that
an
outside
world
existed
at
all
,
and
were
like
beings
in
a
dream
.
She
was
so
far
away
from
the
schoolroom
that
it
was
not
agreeable
to
be
dragged
back
suddenly
by
a
howl
from
Lottie
.
Never
did
she
find
anything
so
difficult
as
to
keep
herself
from
losing
her
temper
when
she
was
suddenly
disturbed
while
absorbed
in
a
book
.
People
who
are
fond
of
books
know
the
feeling
of
irritation
which
sweeps
over
them
at
such
a
moment
.
The
temptation
to
be
unreasonable
and
snappish
is
one
not
easy
to
manage
.
"
It
makes
me
feel
as
if
someone
had
hit
me
,
"
Sara
had
told
Ermengarde
once
in
confidence
.
"
And
as
if
I
want
to
hit
back
.
I
have
to
remember
things
quickly
to
keep
from
saying
something
ill-tempered
.
"
She
had
to
remember
things
quickly
when
she
laid
her
book
on
the
window-seat
and
jumped
down
from
her
comfortable
corner
.
Lottie
had
been
sliding
across
the
schoolroom
floor
,
and
,
having
first
irritated
Lavinia
and
Jessie
by
making
a
noise
,
had
ended
by
falling
down
and
hurting
her
fat
knee
.
She
was
screaming
and
dancing
up
and
down
in
the
midst
of
a
group
of
friends
and
enemies
,
who
were
alternately
coaxing
and
scolding
her
.
