A Little Princess
"No," she answered. "I know you by heart. You are inside my heart." And they put their
arms round each other and kissed as if they would never let each other go.
When the cab drove away from the door, Sara was sitting on the floor of her sitting room,
with her hands under her chin and her eyes following it until it had turned the corner of
the square. Emily was sitting by her, and she looked after it, too. When Miss Minchin
sent her sister, Miss Amelia, to see what the child was doing, she found she could not
open the door.
"I have locked it," said a queer, polite little voice from inside. "I want to be quite by
myself, if you please."
Miss Amelia was fat and dumpy, and stood very much in awe of her sister. She was
really the better-natured person of the two, but she never disobeyed Miss Minchin. She
went downstairs again, looking almost alarmed.
"I never saw such a funny, old-fashioned child, sister," she said. "She has locked herself
in, and she is not making the least particle of noise."
"It is much better than if she kicked and screamed, as some of them do," Miss Minchin
answered. "I expected that a child as much spoiled as she is would set the whole house in
an uproar. If ever a child was given her own way in everything, she is."
"I've been opening her trunks and putting her things away," said Miss Amelia. "I never
saw anything like them--sable and ermine on her coats, and real Valenciennes lace on her
underclothing. You have seen some of her clothes. What DO you think of them?"
"I think they are perfectly ridiculous," replied Miss Minchin, sharply; "but they will look
very well at the head of the line when we take the schoolchildren to church on Sunday.
She has been provided for as if she were a little princess."
And upstairs in the locked room Sara and Emily sat on the floor and stared at the corner
round which the cab had disappeared, while Captain Crewe looked backward, waving
and kissing his hand as if he could not bear to stop.