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"
She
's
got
more
airs
and
graces
than
if
she
come
from
Buckingham
Palace
,
that
young
one
,
"
said
the
cook
,
chuckling
a
little
sometimes
.
"
I
lose
my
temper
with
her
often
enough
,
but
I
will
say
she
never
forgets
her
manners
.
'
If
you
please
,
cook
'
;
'
Will
you
be
so
kind
,
cook
?
'
'
I
beg
your
pardon
,
cook
'
;
'M
ay
I
trouble
you
,
cook
?
'
She
drops
'em
about
the
kitchen
as
if
they
was
nothing
.
"
The
morning
after
the
interview
with
Ram
Dass
and
his
monkey
,
Sara
was
in
the
schoolroom
with
her
small
pupils
.
Having
finished
giving
them
their
lessons
,
she
was
putting
the
French
exercise-books
together
and
thinking
,
as
she
did
it
,
of
the
various
things
royal
personages
in
disguise
were
called
upon
to
do
:
Alfred
the
Great
,
for
instance
,
burning
the
cakes
and
getting
his
ears
boxed
by
the
wife
of
the
neat-herd
.
How
frightened
she
must
have
been
when
she
found
out
what
she
had
done
.
If
Miss
Minchin
should
find
out
that
she
--
Sara
,
whose
toes
were
almost
sticking
out
of
her
boots
--
was
a
princess
--
a
real
one
!
The
look
in
her
eyes
was
exactly
the
look
which
Miss
Minchin
most
disliked
.
She
would
not
have
it
;
she
was
quite
near
her
and
was
so
enraged
that
she
actually
flew
at
her
and
boxed
her
ears
--
exactly
as
the
neat-herd
's
wife
had
boxed
King
Alfred
's
.
It
made
Sara
start
.
She
wakened
from
her
dream
at
the
shock
,
and
,
catching
her
breath
,
stood
still
a
second
.
Then
,
not
knowing
she
was
going
to
do
it
,
she
broke
into
a
little
laugh
.
"
What
are
you
laughing
at
,
you
bold
,
impudent
child
?
"
Miss
Minchin
exclaimed
.
It
took
Sara
a
few
seconds
to
control
herself
sufficiently
to
remember
that
she
was
a
princess
.
Her
cheeks
were
red
and
smarting
from
the
blows
she
had
received
.
"
I
was
thinking
,
"
she
answered
.
"
Beg
my
pardon
immediately
,
"
said
Miss
Minchin
.
Sara
hesitated
a
second
before
she
replied
.
"
I
will
beg
your
pardon
for
laughing
,
if
it
was
rude
,
"
she
said
then
;
"
but
I
wo
n't
beg
your
pardon
for
thinking
.
"
"
What
were
you
thinking
?
"
demanded
Miss
Minchin
.
"
How
dare
you
think
?
What
were
you
thinking
?
"
Jessie
tittered
,
and
she
and
Lavinia
nudged
each
other
in
unison
.
All
the
girls
looked
up
from
their
books
to
listen
.
Really
,
it
always
interested
them
a
little
when
Miss
Minchin
attacked
Sara
.
Sara
always
said
something
queer
,
and
never
seemed
the
least
bit
frightened
.
She
was
not
in
the
least
frightened
now
,
though
her
boxed
ears
were
scarlet
and
her
eyes
were
as
bright
as
stars
.
