A Little Princess Page #4

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.

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