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"
Leave
the
room
!
"
ordered
Miss
Minchin
.
Becky
curtsied
again
,
the
tears
openly
streaming
down
her
cheeks
.
"
Yes
,
'm
;
I
will
,
'm
,
"
she
said
,
trembling
;
"
but
oh
,
I
just
wanted
to
arst
you
:
Miss
Sara
--
she
's
been
such
a
rich
young
lady
,
an
'
she
's
been
waited
on
,
'
and
and
foot
;
an
'
what
will
she
do
now
,
mum
,
without
no
maid
?
If
--
if
,
oh
please
,
would
you
let
me
wait
on
her
after
I
've
done
my
pots
an
'
kettles
?
I
'd
do
'em
that
quick
--
if
you
'd
let
me
wait
on
her
now
she
's
poor
.
Oh
,
"
breaking
out
afresh
,
"
poor
little
Miss
Sara
,
mum
--
that
was
called
a
princess
.
"
Somehow
,
she
made
Miss
Minchin
feel
more
angry
than
ever
.
That
the
very
scullery
maid
should
range
herself
on
the
side
of
this
child
--
whom
she
realized
more
fully
than
ever
that
she
had
never
liked
--
was
too
much
.
She
actually
stamped
her
foot
.
"
No
--
certainly
not
,
"
she
said
.
"
She
will
wait
on
herself
,
and
on
other
people
,
too
.
Leave
the
room
this
instant
,
or
you
'll
leave
your
place
.
"
Becky
threw
her
apron
over
her
head
and
fled
.
She
ran
out
of
the
room
and
down
the
steps
into
the
scullery
,
and
there
she
sat
down
among
her
pots
and
kettles
,
and
wept
as
if
her
heart
would
break
.
"
It
's
exactly
like
the
ones
in
the
stories
,
"
she
wailed
.
"
Them
pore
princess
ones
that
was
drove
into
the
world
.
"
Miss
Minchin
had
never
looked
quite
so
still
and
hard
as
she
did
when
Sara
came
to
her
,
a
few
hours
later
,
in
response
to
a
message
she
had
sent
her
.
Even
by
that
time
it
seemed
to
Sara
as
if
the
birthday
party
had
either
been
a
dream
or
a
thing
which
had
happened
years
ago
,
and
had
happened
in
the
life
of
quite
another
little
girl
.
Every
sign
of
the
festivities
had
been
swept
away
;
the
holly
had
been
removed
from
the
schoolroom
walls
,
and
the
forms
and
desks
put
back
into
their
places
.
Miss
Minchin
's
sitting
room
looked
as
it
always
did
--
all
traces
of
the
feast
were
gone
,
and
Miss
Minchin
had
resumed
her
usual
dress
.
The
pupils
had
been
ordered
to
lay
aside
their
party
frocks
;
and
this
having
been
done
,
they
had
returned
to
the
schoolroom
and
huddled
together
in
groups
,
whispering
and
talking
excitedly
.
