A Little Princess Page #2

I studied for hours last night.

I find that hard to believe.

I imagine your father will as well.

Please don't tell him.

I promise I'll do better.

Please.

Lavinia, you may continue.

Seven times eight is 56.

Seven times nine...

...is 63.

Dear Papa:

I miss you already.

Things are fine.

Except I never imagined there

would be so many rules at school.

I guess they're there for a purpose...

...and I'm trying hard to obey them.

But I get the feeling

I'm doing something wrong.

Goodbye, Father.

Bye, son.

I hope when you read this...

...it kindles your heart and puts

a smile on your face.

I'm so proud of you.

I think about you every moment.

And I love you forever.

Your Sara.

Lottie, you mustn't get so excited.

Lottie? Precious?

Please, Lottie dear!

Please stop screaming!

How about a cookie?

Would you like that?

I'll get a cookie.

It's hard to study with you

carrying on like this.

I want my mama!

You'll see her soon.

I won't. She's dead,

and I won't ever see her again!

I don't have a mother either.

You don't?

Where is she?

In heaven with my baby sister.

That doesn't mean

I can't talk to her.

I tell her everything,

and I know she hears me.

How?

Because that's what angels do.

- Your mama's an angel?

- Of course.

And so is yours.

With beautiful wings of silk...

...and a crown of rosebuds.

And they all live together

in a castle.

Do you know what it's made of?

Sunflowers...

...hundreds of them, so bright

they shine like gold.

When the angels

want to go someplace...

...they just whistle, like this.

And a cloud floats to the castle

and picks them up.

As the angels fly through the sky...

...riding the cloud

like a magic carpet...

...under the moon

and through the stars...

...until they're hovering

above us.

That's how they can look down

and see if we're all right.

And sometimes they even

send messages to us.

You can't hear them if you're

kicking and screaming as you were.

But they always try again,

in case we've missed it.

Hey, wait!

That's Becky.

She's not allowed to talk to us.

Why not?

She's a servant girl,

and she has dark skin.

So?

Well, doesn't that mean something?

I'm sorry, I--

Is there anything

I can do for you, miss?

I just came up here

to change my shoes.

No, there's nothing.

Begging your pardon, but we'll

both be in trouble if you stay.

All right, girls, pair up.

Pair up.

''Sir Edward saw the sorrow

in his daughter's eyes...

...but he knew

that family honor must prevail.

Nobility was not to be trifled with.

'I beg of you, Charlotte,' he said.

'Marry Sir John in the spring,

as he has asked.' ''

Thank you, Lavinia.

Sara, you may take your turn.

''Charlotte said to her father,

'Father, you are right.

I must put away my foolish fancies

and childhood wishes.' ''

But I simply won't do it.

I'm sorry, Father.

When I marry, it'll be for love.

And with that,

Charlotte ran from the house.

Waiting outside was

the handsome stable boy, Pierre...

...whom Charlotte secretly adored.

Together they escaped to the coast

and quickly set sail for Tahiti.

When they were halfway there,

their ship was attacked by pirates!

Rather than be eaten alive...

...they threw

themselves into the sea.

As they began to drown...

...they held each other close,

and swore undying love.

Then, when all seemed lost,

a group of mermaids appeared--

Stop!

What are you doing?

I couldn't bear to see her marry him,

so I imagined another ending.

lmagined it?

Don't you ever do that, miss?

Believe in something,

just to make it seem real?

That's easy for a child

who has everything.

There will be no more make-believe

at this school...

...during reading

or any other time.

- Is that understood?

- Yes, Miss Minchin.

All of you, go to your bed.

I never heard a story like that

in my life.

I bet you know lots of them,

don't you, Sara?

I want silence up there!

We have to do something about this

communication rule.

After Minchin goes to bed...

...we'll sneak into your room, and you

can show us a real story.

How about it, Sara?

Only if it's just you three.

Come on, come on.

The evil Ravana locked the princess

up in his tower.

There she stayed for many weeks...

...just staring out her window...

...missing her Prince Rama terribly.

Perfect.

You look just like Emily.

My father hates dolls.

And he hates coming here.

Says he doesn't belong.

Then why does he send you?

Because he wants me to belong.

My little girl. She spoke French!

She really spoke French.

Your mother and I

are very proud of you.

I caught you, Nellie!

Papa!

Randolph...John!

Rama approached the thorny palace...

...unaware that Ravana

was waiting for him.

That's it!

I can't take it anymore!

I don't care what you say

about Sara's stories.

They have to be more fun than

watching your hair being combed!

If anyone else feels the same way,

she should leave too.

But Ravana was not through yet.

He took a bow that could

hold, not one, but 1 0 arrows...

...each filled with poison.

The arrows sped through the air...

...heading straight for Rama.

The arrows hit the ground...

...and released their poison,

giant clouds of thick, yello w smoke.

- I want a big piece!

- Hush up, Lottie.

''Princess'' Sara will give

everyone a fair share.

Right, Princess?

I told her that's what you were.

Well, not just me.

All girls are princesses.

Even snotty, two-faced bullies

like you, Lavinia.

Here, Lavinia,

you get a big piece.

Yes, may I help you?

I'm Mr. Barrow.

Captain Crewe's solicitor.

Oh, yes, do come in.

- We're celebrating Sara's birthday.

- May I speak to you in private?

Yes, of course.

Right this way.

May I just say that Sara is quite

the favorite around here.

We went to great lengths to make

this a special day for her.

I'm afraid your check to us this month

will be rather large.

There will be no check,

Miss Minchin.

Excuse me?

The party is over! Everyone

go to their rooms, this instant!

But we--

Sara, you will stay behind.

I have something to tell you.

Move!

Amelia, go to Sara's room

and find a simple black dress.

If nothing is suitable, borrow one.

- But, sister--

- Do as I say.

Why would I need a black dress,

Miss Minchin?

I'm afraid I have some bad news, Sara.

Your father has...

Your father--

It's been discovered that

your father has died.

He was killed in battle

several weeks ago.

I'm sorry.

That's the situation, and

there's nothing we can do to change it.

The British government has seized

control of his company and assets...

...leaving you penniless,

without any money.

Since you've no relations,

this puts me in a terrible position.

What are you staring at?

Don't you understand

what I'm saying?

You are alone in the world...

...unless I decide to keep you here...

...out of charity.

Because of the expenses you've

incurred, all you own is mine...

...your clothes, your toys, everything.

It'll hardly make up for

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