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She
had
meant
it
to
be
rather
a
secret
,
and
here
was
Lavinia
deriding
it
before
nearly
all
the
school
.
She
felt
the
blood
rush
up
into
her
face
and
tingle
in
her
ears
.
She
only
just
saved
herself
.
If
you
were
a
princess
,
you
did
not
fly
into
rages
.
Her
hand
dropped
,
and
she
stood
quite
still
a
moment
.
When
she
spoke
it
was
in
a
quiet
,
steady
voice
;
she
held
her
head
up
,
and
everybody
listened
to
her
.
"
It
's
true
,
"
she
said
.
"
Sometimes
I
do
pretend
I
am
a
princess
.
I
pretend
I
am
a
princess
,
so
that
I
can
try
and
behave
like
one
.
"
Lavinia
could
not
think
of
exactly
the
right
thing
to
say
.
Several
times
she
had
found
that
she
could
not
think
of
a
satisfactory
reply
when
she
was
dealing
with
Sara
.
The
reason
for
this
was
that
,
somehow
,
the
rest
always
seemed
to
be
vaguely
in
sympathy
with
her
opponent
.
She
saw
now
that
they
were
pricking
up
their
ears
interestedly
.
The
truth
was
,
they
liked
princesses
,
and
they
all
hoped
they
might
hear
something
more
definite
about
this
one
,
and
drew
nearer
Sara
accordingly
.
Lavinia
could
only
invent
one
remark
,
and
it
fell
rather
flat
.
"
Dear
me
,
"
she
said
,
"
I
hope
,
when
you
ascend
the
throne
,
you
wo
n't
forget
us
!
"
"
I
wo
n't
,
"
said
Sara
,
and
she
did
not
utter
another
word
,
but
stood
quite
still
,
and
stared
at
her
steadily
as
she
saw
her
take
Jessie
's
arm
and
turn
away
.
After
this
,
the
girls
who
were
jealous
of
her
used
to
speak
of
her
as
"
Princess
Sara
"
whenever
they
wished
to
be
particularly
disdainful
,
and
those
who
were
fond
of
her
gave
her
the
name
among
themselves
as
a
term
of
affection
.
No
one
called
her
"
princess
"
instead
of
"
Sara
,
"
but
her
adorers
were
much
pleased
with
the
picturesqueness
and
grandeur
of
the
title
,
and
Miss
Minchin
,
hearing
of
it
,
mentioned
it
more
than
once
to
visiting
parents
,
feeling
that
it
rather
suggested
a
sort
of
royal
boarding
school
.
To
Becky
it
seemed
the
most
appropriate
thing
in
the
world
.
The
acquaintance
begun
on
the
foggy
afternoon
when
she
had
jumped
up
terrified
from
her
sleep
in
the
comfortable
chair
,
had
ripened
and
grown
,
though
it
must
be
confessed
that
Miss
Minchin
and
Miss
Amelia
knew
very
little
about
it
.
They
were
aware
that
Sara
was
"
kind
"
to
the
scullery
maid
,
but
they
knew
nothing
of
certain
delightful
moments
snatched
perilously
when
,
the
upstairs
rooms
being
set
in
order
with
lightning
rapidity
,
Sara
's
sitting
room
was
reached
,
and
the
heavy
coal
box
set
down
with
a
sigh
of
joy
.
At
such
times
stories
were
told
by
installments
,
things
of
a
satisfying
nature
were
either
produced
and
eaten
or
hastily
tucked
into
pockets
to
be
disposed
of
at
night
,
when
Becky
went
upstairs
to
her
attic
to
bed
.
"
But
I
has
to
eat
'em
careful
,
miss
,
"
she
said
once
;
"
'
cos
if
I
leaves
crumbs
the
rats
come
out
to
get
'em
.
"
