it almost in a whisper. “Is that there your best?”
“It is one of my dancing-frocks,” answered Sara. “I like it, don’t you?”
For a few seconds Becky was almost speechless with admiration. Then she said in an awed voice, “Onct I see a princess. I was standin’ in the street with the crowd outside Covin’ Garden, watchin’ the swells go inter the operer. An’ there was one everyone stared at most. They ses to each other, `That’s the princess.’ She was a growed-up young lady, but she was pink all over—gownd
It just happened that 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