Miss Amelia has explained matters to you.”
“Yes,” answered Sara. “My papa is dead. He left me no money. I am quite poor.”
“You are a beggar,” said Miss Minchin, her temper rising at the recollection of what all this meant. “It appears that you have no relations and no home, and no one to take care of you.”
For a moment the thin, pale little face twitched, but Sara again said nothing.
“What are you staring at?” demanded Miss Minchin, sharply. “Are you so stupid that you cannot understand? I tell
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 an’ cloak,