4 A Little Princess - Stephanie Poppins

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Chapter 4 Lottie.

If Sarah had been a different kind of a child the life she led at Miss Minchin select seminary for the next 10 years would not have been at all good for her.

She was treated more as if she were a distinguished guest at the establishment than if she were a mere little girl.

If she had been a self-opinionated domineering child she might have become disagreeable enough to be unbearable through being so much indulged and flattered.

If she had been an indolent child she would have learned nothing.

Privately Miss Minchin disliked her but she was far too worldly a woman to do or say anything which might make such a desirable pupil wish to leave her school.

She knew quite well that if Sarah wrote to her papa to tell him she was uncomfortable or unhappy Captain Crewe would remove her at once.

Miss Minchin's opinion was that if a child were continually praised and never forbidden to do what she liked she would be sure to be fond of the place where she was so untreated.

Accordingly Sarah was praised for her quickness at her lessons,

For her good manners,

For her amiability to her fellow pupils,

For her generosity if she gave sixpence to a beggar out of her full little purse.

The simplest thing she did was treated as if it were a virtue and if she had not had a disposition and a clever little brain she might have been a very self-satisfied young person.

But the clever little brain told her a great many sensible and true things about herself and her circumstances and now and then she talked those things over to Ermengarde as time went on.

Things happen to people by accident she used to say.

A lot of nice accidents have happened to me.

It just happened that I always liked lessons and books and I could remember things when I learned them.

It just happened I was born with a father who was beautiful and nice and clever and could give me everything I liked.

Perhaps I have not really a good temper at all but if you have everything you want and everyone is kind to you how can you help but be good-tempered?

I don't know.

Looking quite serious.

How shall I ever find out whether I am really a nice child or a horrid one?

Perhaps I'm a hideous child and no one will ever know just because I never have any trials.

Lavinia has no trials said Ermengarde stolidly and she's horrid enough.

Sarah rubbed the end of her little nose reflectively as she thought the matter over.

Well she said at last perhaps perhaps that is because Lavinia is growing.

This was the result of a charitable recollection of having heard Miss Amelia say Lavinia was growing so fast she believed it affected her health and temper.

Lavinia was in fact very spiteful.

She was inordinately jealous of Sarah.

Until the new pupils arrival she had felt herself the leader in the school.

She had led because she was capable of making herself extremely disagreeable if the others did not follow her.

She domineered over the little children and assumed grand heirs with those big enough to be her companions.

She was rather pretty and had been the best-dressed pupil in the procession when the select seminary walked out two by two until Sarah's velvet coats and sable muffs appeared combined with drooping ostrich feathers and were led by Miss Minchin at the head of the line.

This at the beginning had been bitter enough but as time went on it became apparent that Sarah was a leader too and not because she could make herself disagreeable but because she never did.

There's one thing about Sarah Crewe Jessie had enraged her best friend by saying honestly she's never grand about herself the least bit and you know she might be Lavi.

I believe I couldn't help being just a little if I had so many fine things and was made such a fuss over.

It's disgusting the way Miss Minchin shows her off when parents come.

Dear Sarah must come into the drawing room and talk to Mrs.

Muggrave about India mimicked Lavinia in her most highly favoured imitation of Miss Minchin.

Dear Sarah must speak French to Lady Pitkin her accent is so perfect.

She didn't learn her French at the seminary at any rate and there's nothing so clever in her knowing it.

She says herself she didn't learn it at all she just picked it up because she always heard her papa speak it and as to her papa there's nothing so grand about being an Indian officer.

Well said Jessie slowly he's killed tigers he killed the one in the skin Sarah has in her room that's why she likes it so she lies on it and strokes his head and talks to it as if it was a cat.

She's always doing something silly snapped Lavinia.

My mama says that way of hers of pretending things is silly she says she'll grow up eccentric.

It was quite true that Sarah was never grand.

She was a friendly little soul and shared her privileges and belongings with a free hand.

The little ones who were accustomed to being disdained and ordered out of the way by mature ladies aged 10 to 12 were never made to cry by this one so envied of them by all.

She was a motherly young person and when people fell down and scraped their knees she ran and helped them up and patted them or found in her pocket a bonbon or some other article of a soothing nature.

She never pushed them out of her way or alluded to their years as humiliation and a blot upon their small characters.

If you were four you were four she said severely to Lavinia on occasion of her having it must be confessed slapped Lottie and called her a brat but you will be five next year and six the year after that and opening large convicting eyes it only takes 16 years to make you 20.

Dear me said Lavinia how we can calculate in fact it was not to be denied that 16 and 4 made 20 and 20 was an age the most daring were scarcely old enough to dream of so the younger children adored Sarah.

More than once she had been known to have a tea party made up of these despised ones in her own room and Emily had been played with and Emily's own tea service used the one with cups which held quite a lot of much sweetened wheat tea and had blue flowers on.

No one had seen such a very real dolls tea said before.

From that afternoon Sarah was regarded as a goddess and a queen by the entire alphabet class.

Lottie lay worshipped her to such an extent that if Sarah had not been a motherly person she would have found her tiresome.

Lottie had been sent to school by a rather flighty young Papa who could not imagine what else to do with her.

Her young mother had died and as the child had been treated like a favorite doll or a very spoiled pet monkey or lapdog ever since the first hour of her life she was a very appalling little creature.

When she wanted anything or did not want anything she wept and howled and as she always wanted the things she couldn't have and did not want the things that were best for her.

Her shrill little voice was usually to be heard uplifted in wails in one part of the house or other.

Her strongest weapon was that in some mysterious way she had found out that a very small girl who had lost her mother was a person who ought to be pitied and made much of.

She had probably heard some grown-up people talking her over in the early days after her mother's death so it became her habit to make great use of this knowledge.

The first time Sarah took her in charge was one morning when on passing a sitting room she heard both Miss Minchin and Miss Amelia trying to suppress the angry wails of some child who evidently refused to be silenced.

She refused so strenuously indeed that Miss Minchin was obliged to almost shout in a stately and severe manner to make herself heard.

What is she crying for she almost yelled.

Oh Sarah heard I haven't got any mama.

Oh Lottie screamed Miss Amelia darling don't cry please don't.

Lottie howled tempestuously.

I haven't got any mama.

She ought to be whipped Miss Minchin proclaimed.

You shall be whipped you naughty child.

Lottie wailed more loudly than ever.

Miss Amelia began to cry.

Miss Minchin's voice rose above it all until it almost thundered.

Then suddenly she sprang up from her chair in impotent indignation and flouts out of the room leaving Miss Amelia to arrange the matter.

Sarah had paused in the hall wondering if she ought to go into the room because she had recently become a friendly acquaintance with Lottie and might be able to quiet her.

When Miss Minchin came out and saw her she looked rather annoyed.

She realized that her voice as heard from inside the room could not have sounded either dignified or amiable.

Oh Sarah she exclaimed endeavoring to produce a suitable smile.

I stopped explained Sarah because I knew it was Lottie and I thought perhaps I could make her be quiet.

May I try Miss Minchin?

If you can you're a clever child answered Miss Minchin drawing in her mouth sharply.

Then seeing that Sarah looked slightly chilled by her asperity she changed her manner.

But you are clever in everything she said in her approving way.

I dare say you can manage her go in and she left.

When Sarah entered the room Lottie was lying upon the floor screaming and kicking her small fat legs violently and Miss Amelia was bending over her in consternation and despair looking quite red and damp with heat.

Lottie had always found when in her own nursery at home that kicking and screaming would always be quieted by any means she insisted on.

Poor plump Miss Amelia was trying first one method then another.

Poor darling she said one moment I know you haven't any mama poor then in another if you don't stop Lottie I'll shake you poor little angel there there you wicked bad detestable child I'll smack you I will.

Sarah went to them quietly.

She did not know at all what she was going to do but she had a vague inward conviction that it would be better not to say such different kinds of things quite so helplessly and excitedly.

Miss Amelia she said in a low voice.

Miss Minchin says may I try to make her stop may I?

Miss Amelia turned and looked at her hopelessly.

Oh do you think you can?

She gasped.

I don't know whether I can answered Sarah still in her half whisper but I will try.

Miss Amelia stumbled up from her knees with a heavy sigh and Lottie's fat little legs kicked as hard as ever.

If you will steal out of this room said Sarah I will stay with her.

Oh Sarah almost whimpered Miss Amelia we never had such a dreadful child before I don't believe we can keep her.

But she crept out of the room and was very much relieved to find an excuse for doing it.

Sarah stood by the howling furious child for a few moments and looked down at her without saying anything.

Then she sat down flat on the floor beside her and waited.

Except for Lottie's angry screams the room was quite quiet.

This was a new state of affairs for Miss Leigh who was accustomed when she screamed to hear other people protest and implore and command and coax by turns.

She opened her tight shut streaming eyes to see who this person was and it was only another little girl.

But it was the one who owned Emily and all the nice things.

And she was looking at her steadily as if she were merely thinking.

Having paused for a few seconds to find this out Lottie thought she must begin again.

But the quiet of the room and of Sarah's odd interested face made her first howl rather half-hearted.

I haven't any mama she announced but her voice was not so strong.

Sarah looked at her still more steadily but with a sort of understanding in her eyes.

Neither have I she said.

This was so unexpected that it was astounding.

Lottie actually dropped her legs gave a wriggle and lay and stared.

A new idea will stop a crying child when nothing else will.

Also it was true that while Lottie disliked Miss Minchin who was cross and Miss Amelia who was foolishly indulgent.

She rather liked Sarah.

Little as she knew her.

She did not want to give up her grievance but her thoughts were distracted from it.

So she wriggled again and after a sulky sob she said where is she?

Sarah paused a moment because she had been told that her mama was in heaven.

She had thought a great deal about the matter.

Her thoughts had not been quite like those of other people.

She went to heaven she said but I'm sure she comes out sometimes to see me though I don't see her.

So does yours.

Perhaps they can both see us now.

Perhaps they're both in this room.

Lottie sat bolt upright and looked about her.

She was a pretty little curly haired creature and her round eyes were like wet forget-me-nots.

If her mama had seen her during the last half hour she might not have thought her the kind of child who ought to be related to an angel.

Sarah went on talking.

Perhaps some people might think what she said was rather like a fairy story but it was all so real to her own imagination that Lottie began to listen in spite of herself.

She'd been told her mama had wings and a crown and she'd been shown pictures of ladies in beautiful night white gowns who were said to be angels.

But Sarah seemed to be telling a real story about a lovely country where real people were.

There are fields and fields of flowers she said forgetting herself as usual when she began and talking rather as if she were in a dream.

Fields and fields of lilies and when the soft wind blows over them it wafts the scent of them into the air and everyone always breathes it because the soft wind is always blowing.

And little children run around in the lily fields and gather armsfuls of them and laugh and make little wreaths and the streets are shining and no one is ever tired however long they walk for.

They can float anywhere they like and there are walls made of pearl and gold all around the city but they're low enough for the people to go in and lean on them and look down to the earth and smile and send beautiful messages.

Whatsoever story she had begun to tell Lottie would no doubt have stopped crying and had been fascinating into listening.

But there was no denying this story was prettier than most others.

She dragged herself closer to Sarah and drank in every word until the end came far too soon.

When it did come she was so sorry that she put up her lip ominously.

I want to go there she cried.

I haven't any mama in this school.

Sarah saw the danger signal and came out of her dream.

She took hold of the chubby hand and pulled her close to her side with a coaxing little laugh.

I will be your mama she said.

We will play that you are my little girl and Emily shall be your sister.

Lottie's dimples began to show themselves.

Shall she?

She said.

Yes answered Sarah jumping to her feet.

Let us go and tell her and then I'll wash your face and brush your hair.

To which Lottie agreed quite cheerfully and trotted out of the room and upstairs with her without seeming even to remember the whole of the last hour's tragedy had been caused by the fact she had refused to be washed and brushed for lunch and Miss Minchin had been called in to use her majestic authority and from that time Sarah was an adopted mother.

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