It was her turn to be aghast.
Was she telling the truth? But fate is a cruel mistress, and soon unexpected events will turn little Sara's life upside down.
Kind of gives a good reason for her being spoiled now.
The first, it must be owned, was Becky—just Becky.
Just what will she go as? But a few weeks later, on another foggy afternoon, when she entered her sitting room she found herself confronting a rather pathetic picture.
She laid Emily across her knees and put her face down upon her and her arms around her, and sat there, her little black head resting on the black draperies, not saying one word, not making one sound.
I believe I couldn't help being—just a little—if I had so many fine things and was made such a fuss over.
After Sara had sat in her seat in the schoolroom for a few minutes, being looked at by the pupils, Miss Minchin rapped in a dignified manner upon her desk.