Bereavement; and now—an elderly man—
Bein' on th' stepladder lookin, over th' wall. But I'll tell
You said th' Magic was in my back. Th' doctor calls it rheumatics.
You are nicer than I am, said Sara. I was too proud to try and make friends. You see, now that trials have come, they have shown that I am a nice child. I was afraid they would. Perhaps--wrinkling he...
What you have to do with your mind, when your body is miserable, is to make it think of something else.
Well, it is. One of her 'pretends' is that she is a princess. She plays it all the time—even in school. She says it makes her learn her lessons better. She wants Ermengarde to be one, too, but Ermenga...
Victorian and touchingly respectable. I have been crying, confessed Lady Agatha. I was afraid so, Lady Agatha, said Emily.
The truth is that when one is still a child-or even if one is grown up- and has been well fed, and has slept long and softly and warm; when one has gone to sleep in the midst of a fairy story, and has...
The magic in this garden has made me stand up and know I am going to live to be a man. I am going to make the scientific experiment of trying to get some and put it in myself and make it push and draw...
The fact was, however, that she was always dreaming and thinking odd things and could not herself remember any time when she had not been thinking things about grown up people and the world they belon...
That girl has been listening, she said.The culprit snatched up her brush, and scrambled to her feet. She caught at the coal box and simply scuttled out of the room like a frightened rabbit.Sara felt r...
That didn’t sound like Melchisedec, she said. It wasn’t scratchy enough.What? said Ermengarde, a little startled.Didn’t you think you heard something? asked Sara.N-no, Ermengarde faltered. Did you?Per...
Somehow, something always happens just before things get to the very worst. It is as if Magic did it. If I could only just remember that always. The worse thing never quite comes.
So she began to feel a slight interest in Dickon, and as she had never before been interested in any one but herself, it was the dawning of a healthy sentiment.
She was such a little girl that one did not expect to see such a look on her small face. It would have been an old look for a child of twelve, and Sara Crewe was only seven. The fact was, however, tha...
She was so happy that she scarcely dared to breathe.
She made herself stronger by fighting with the wind.
She liked books more than anything else,
She had been a smart, lovely, laughing and lovable thing, full of pleasure in the world, and now she was so stricken and devastated that she seemed set apart in an awful lonely world of her own.
She had a little thin face and a little thin body, thin light hair and a sour expression. Her hair was yellow, and her face was yellow because she had been born in India and had always been ill in one...