and she did not know what other unpleasant term to use. “The spirit and will of any other child would have been entirely humbled and broken by—by the changes she has had to submit to. But, upon my word, she seems as little subdued as if—as if she were a princess.”
“Do you remember,” put in the unwise Miss Amelia, “what she said to you that day in the schoolroom about what you would do if you found out that she was—”
“No, I don’t,” said Miss Minchin. “Don’t talk nonsense.” But she remembered very clearly indeed.
full of furniture had stopped before the next house, the front doors were thrown open, and men in shirt sleeves were going in and out carrying heavy packages and pieces of furniture.
“It’s taken!” she said. “It really IS taken! Oh, I do hope a nice head will look out of the attic window!”
She would