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"
Tell
Sara
to
come
to
my
room
,
"
Miss
Minchin
had
said
to
her
sister
.
"
And
explain
to
her
clearly
that
I
will
have
no
crying
or
unpleasant
scenes
.
"
"
Sister
,
"
replied
Miss
Amelia
,
"
she
is
the
strangest
child
I
ever
saw
.
She
has
actually
made
no
fuss
at
all
.
You
remember
she
made
none
when
Captain
Crewe
went
back
to
India
.
When
I
told
her
what
had
happened
,
she
just
stood
quite
still
and
looked
at
me
without
making
a
sound
.
Her
eyes
seemed
to
get
bigger
and
bigger
,
and
she
went
quite
pale
.
When
I
had
finished
,
she
still
stood
staring
for
a
few
seconds
,
and
then
her
chin
began
to
shake
,
and
she
turned
round
and
ran
out
of
the
room
and
upstairs
.
Several
of
the
other
children
began
to
cry
,
but
she
did
not
seem
to
hear
them
or
to
be
alive
to
anything
but
just
what
I
was
saying
.
It
made
me
feel
quite
queer
not
to
be
answered
;
and
when
you
tell
anything
sudden
and
strange
,
you
expect
people
will
say
SOMETHING
--
whatever
it
is
.
"
Nobody
but
Sara
herself
ever
knew
what
had
happened
in
her
room
after
she
had
run
upstairs
and
locked
her
door
.
In
fact
,
she
herself
scarcely
remembered
anything
but
that
she
walked
up
and
down
,
saying
over
and
over
again
to
herself
in
a
voice
which
did
not
seem
her
own
,
"
My
papa
is
dead
!
My
papa
is
dead
!
"
Once
she
stopped
before
Emily
,
who
sat
watching
her
from
her
chair
,
and
cried
out
wildly
,
"
Emily
!
Do
you
hear
?
Do
you
hear
--
papa
is
dead
?
He
is
dead
in
India
--
thousands
of
miles
away
.
"
When
she
came
into
Miss
Minchin
's
sitting
room
in
answer
to
her
summons
,
her
face
was
white
and
her
eyes
had
dark
rings
around
them
.
Her
mouth
was
set
as
if
she
did
not
wish
it
to
reveal
what
she
had
suffered
and
was
suffering
.
She
did
not
look
in
the
least
like
the
rose-colored
butterfly
child
who
had
flown
about
from
one
of
her
treasures
to
the
other
in
the
decorated
schoolroom
.
She
looked
instead
a
strange
,
desolate
,
almost
grotesque
little
figure
.
She
had
put
on
,
without
Mariette
's
help
,
the
cast-aside
black-velvet
frock
.
It
was
too
short
and
tight
,
and
her
slender
legs
looked
long
and
thin
,
showing
themselves
from
beneath
the
brief
skirt
.
As
she
had
not
found
a
piece
of
black
ribbon
,
her
short
,
thick
,
black
hair
tumbled
loosely
about
her
face
and
contrasted
strongly
with
its
pallor
.
She
held
Emily
tightly
in
one
arm
,
and
Emily
was
swathed
in
a
piece
of
black
material
.
"
Put
down
your
doll
,
"
said
Miss
Minchin
.
"
What
do
you
mean
by
bringing
her
here
?
"
"
No
,
"
Sara
answered
.
"
I
will
not
put
her
down
.
She
is
all
I
have
.
My
papa
gave
her
to
me
.
"
She
had
always
made
Miss
Minchin
feel
secretly
uncomfortable
,
and
she
did
so
now
.
She
did
not
speak
with
rudeness
so
much
as
with
a
cold
steadiness
with
which
Miss
Minchin
felt
it
difficult
to
cope
--
perhaps
because
she
knew
she
was
doing
a
heartless
and
inhuman
thing
.
"
You
will
have
no
time
for
dolls
in
future
,
"
she
said
.
"
You
will
have
to
work
and
improve
yourself
and
make
yourself
useful
.
"
