even upon Miss Minchin. It almost seemed for the moment to her narrow, unimaginative mind that there must be some real power hidden behind this candid daring.
“What?” she exclaimed. “Found out what?”
“That I really was a princess,” said Sara, “and could do anything—anything I liked.”
Every pair of eyes in the room widened to its full limit. Lavinia leaned forward on her seat to look.
“Go to your room,” cried Miss Minchin, breathlessly, “this instant! Leave the schoolroom! Attend to your lessons,
“The time for that sort of thing is past. You are not a princess any longer. Your carriage and your pony will be sent away—your maid will be dismissed. You will wear your oldest and plainest clothes—your extravagant ones are no longer suited to your station. You are like Becky—you must work for your