Hello there.
Thank you so much for joining me for this continued reading of A Little Princess by author Frances Hodgson Burnett.
This book was from 1905 and is very much a beloved classic at this point.
It's a sort of riches to rags story.
We are following along with the fate of a young motherless girl who has come from India to England to a boarding school in London.
And we'll be hearing about the twist of fate that leads her to hardship,
Yet persevering with resilience and hope and a lot of kindness.
Frances Hodgson Burnett herself was born in Manchester in England in 1849.
And she actually,
As a teenager,
Moved to Tennessee in the US after her father died and her family was facing financial hardship.
So she herself very much lived through similar storylines to various of the books that she shared later on in her life through pieces such as Little Lord Fauntleroy,
A Little Princess and The Secret Garden.
So before we get further into this story here,
Let's just take a moment to have a nice,
Deep exhale.
Letting go of the day.
Letting go of whichever baggage we might be bringing along with us into this moment.
For right now,
There's nowhere else we have to go.
Nothing else we have to be doing.
So we can just relax,
Get ourselves comfortable and enjoy the next installment of A Little Princess.
Chapter two.
A French lesson.
When Sarah entered the schoolroom the next morning,
Everybody looked at her with wide,
Interested eyes.
By that time,
Every pupil from Lavinia Herbert,
Who was nearly 13 and felt quite grown up,
To Lottie Leigh,
Who was only just four and the baby of the school,
Had heard a great deal about her.
They knew very certainly that she was Miss Minchin's show pupil and was considered a credit to the establishment.
One or two of them had even caught a glimpse of her French maid,
Mariette,
Who had arrived the evening before.
Lavinia had managed to pass Sarah's room when the door was open and had seen Mariette opening a box which had arrived late from some shop.
It was full of petticoats with lace frills on them.
Frills and frills,
She whispered to her friend Jessie as she bent over her geography.
I saw her shaking them out.
I heard Miss Minchin say to Miss Amelia that her clothes were so grand that they were ridiculous for a child.
My mama says that children should be dressed simply.
She has got one of those petticoats on now.
I saw it when she sat down.
She has silk stockings on,
Whispered Jessie,
Bending over her geography also.
And what little feet!
I never saw such little feet.
Oh,
Sniffed Lavinia spitefully,
That is the way her slippers are made.
My mama says that even big feet can be made to look small if you have a clever shoemaker.
I don't think she is pretty at all.
Her eyes are such a queer colour.
She isn't pretty as other pretty people are,
Said Jessie,
Stealing a glance across the room.
But she makes you want to look at her again.
She has tremendously long eyelashes,
But her eyes are almost green.
Sarah was sitting quietly in her seat,
Waiting to be told what to do.
She had been placed near Miss Minchkin's desk.
She was not abashed at all by the many pairs of eyes watching her.
She was interested,
And looked back quietly at the children who looked at her.
She wondered what they were thinking of,
And if they liked Miss Minchkin,
And if they cared for their lessons.
And if any of them had a papa at all like her own.
She had had a long talk with Emily about her papa that morning.
He is on the sea now,
Emily,
She had said.
We must be very great friends to each other,
And tell each other things.
Emily,
Look at me.
You have the nicest eyes I ever saw.
But I wish you could speak.
She was a child full of imaginings and whimsical thoughts.
And one of her fancies was that there would be a great deal of comfort in even pretending that Emily was alive,
And really heard and understood.
After Mariette had dressed her in her dark blue schoolroom frock,
And tied her hair with a dark blue ribbon,
She went to Emily,
Who sat in a chair of her own,
And gave her a book.
You can read that while I am downstairs,
She said.
And seeing Mariette looking at her curiously,
She spoke to her with a serious little face.
What I believe about dolls,
She said,
Is that they can do things they will not let us know about.
Perhaps,
Really,
Emily can read and talk and walk,
But she will only do it when people are out of the room.
That is her secret.
You see,
If people knew that dolls could do things,
They would make them work.
So,
Perhaps,
They have promised each other to keep it a secret.
If you stay in the room,
Emily will just sit there and stare.
But if you go out,
She will begin to read,
Perhaps,
Or go and look out of the window.
Then,
If she heard either of us coming,
She would just run back and jump into her chair,
And pretend she had been there all the time.
Comme elle est drôle,
Mariette said to herself.
And when she went downstairs,
She told the head housemaid about it.
But she had already begun to like this odd little girl,
Who had such an intelligent small face and such perfect manners.
She had taken care of children before who were not so polite.
Sarah was a very fine little person,
And had a gentle,
Appreciative way of saying,
If you please,
Mariette,
Thank you,
Mariette,
Which was very charming.
Mariette told the head housemaid that she thanked her as if she was thanking a lady.
Elle a l'air d'une princesse,
Cette petite,
She said.
Indeed,
She was very much pleased with her new little mistress,
And liked her place greatly.
After Sarah 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.
Young ladies,
She said,
I wish to introduce you to your new companion.
All the little girls rose in their places,
And Sarah rose also.
I shall expect you all to be very agreeable to Miss Crewe.
She has just come to us from a great distance,
In fact,
From India.
As soon as lessons are over,
You must make each other's acquaintance.
The pupils bowed ceremoniously,
And Sarah made a little curtsy,
And then they sat down and looked at each other again.
Sarah said Miss Minchin in her schoolroom manner,
Come here to me.
She had taken a book from the desk and was turning over its leaves.
Sarah went to her politely.
As your papa has engaged a French maid for you,
She began,
I conclude that he wishes you to make a special study of the French language.
Sarah felt a little awkward.
I think he engaged her,
She said,
Because he thought I would like her,
Miss Minchin.
I am afraid,
Said Miss Minchin with a slightly sour smile,
That you have been a very spoiled little girl,
And always imagine that things are done because you like them.
My impression is that your papa wished you to learn French.
If Sarah had been older,
Or less punctilious about being quite polite to people,
She could have explained herself in a very few words.
But,
As it was,
She felt a flush rising on her cheeks.
Miss Minchin was a very severe and imposing person,
And she seemed so absolutely sure that Sarah knew nothing whatever of French,
That she felt as if it would be almost rude to correct her.
The truth was that Sarah could not remember the time when she had not seemed to know French.
Her father had often spoken it to her when she had been a baby.
Her mother had been a Frenchwoman,
And Captain Crewe had loved her language.
So,
It happened that Sarah had always heard and been familiar with it.
I have never really learned French,
But she began trying shyly to make herself clear.
One of Miss Minchin's chief secret annoyances was that she did not speak French herself,
And was desirous of concealing the irritating fact.
She,
Therefore,
Had no intention of discussing the matter,
And laying herself open to innocent questioning by a new little pupil.
That is enough,
She said with polite tartness.
If you have not learned,
You must begin at once.
The French master,
Monsieur Defarge,
Will be here in a few minutes.
Take this book and look at it until he arrives.
Sarah's cheeks felt warm.
She went back to her seat and opened the book.
She looked at the first page with a grave face.
She knew it would be rude to smile,
And she was very determined not to be rude,
But it was very odd to find herself expected to study a page which told her that le père meant the father and la mère meant the mother.
Miss Minchkin glanced toward her scrutinisingly.
You look rather cross,
Sarah,
She said.
I am sorry.
You do not like the idea of learning French.
I am very fond of it,
Answered Sarah,
Thinking she would try again.
But you must not say but when you are told to do things,
Said Miss Minchkin.
Look at your book again.
And Sarah did so,
And did not smile,
Even when she found that le fils meant the son and le frère meant the brother.
When Monsieur Defarge comes,
She thought,
I can make him understand.
Monsieur Defarge arrived very shortly afterward.
He was a very nice,
Intelligent,
Middle-aged Frenchman,
And he looked interested when his eyes fell upon Sarah,
Trying politely to seem absorbed in her little book of phrases.
Is this a new pupil for me,
Madame?
He said to Miss Minchkin.
I hope that is my good fortune.
Her papa,
Captain Crewe,
Is very anxious that she should begin the language.
But I am afraid she has a childish prejudice against it.
She does not seem to wish to learn,
Said Miss Minchkin.
I am sorry of that,
Madame Moselle,
He said kindly to Sarah.
Perhaps when we begin to study together,
I may show you that it is a charming tongue.
Little Sarah rose in her seat.
She was beginning to feel rather desperate,
As if she were almost in disgrace.
She looked up into Monsieur Defarge's face with her big green-grey eyes,
And they were quite innocently appealing.
She knew that he would understand as soon as she spoke.
She began to explain,
Quite simply,
In pretty and fluent French.
Madame had not understood.
She had not learned French exactly,
Not out of books,
But her papa and other people had always spoken it to her,
And she had read it and written it as she had read and written English.
Her papa loved it,
And she loved it because he did.
Her dear mama,
Who had died when she was born,
Had been French.
She would be glad to learn anything Monsieur would teach her,
But what she had tried to explain to Madame was that she already knew the words in this book,
And she held out the little book of phrases.
When she began to speak,
Miss Minchin started quite violently and sat staring at her over her eyeglasses,
Almost indignantly,
Until she had finished.
Monsieur Defarge began to smile,
And his smile was one of great pleasure.
To hear this pretty,
Childish voice speaking his own language so simply and charmingly made him feel almost as if he were in his native land,
Which,
In dark,
Foggy days in London,
Sometimes seemed worlds away.
When she had finished,
He took the phrasebook from her with a look almost affectionate,
But he spoke to Miss Minchin.
Ah,
Madame,
He said,
There is not much I can teach her.
She has not learned French.
She is French.
Her accent is exquisite.
You ought to have told me,
Exclaimed Miss Minchin,
Much mortified,
Turning to Sarah.
I tried,
Said Sarah.
I suppose I did not begin right.
Miss Minchin knew she had tried,
And that it had not been her fault that she was not allowed to explain.
And when she saw that the pupils had been listening,
And that Lavinia and Jessie were giggling behind their French grammars,
She felt infuriated.
Silence,
Young ladies,
She said severely,
Wrapping upon the desk.
Silence at once.
And she began from that minute to feel rather a grudge against her show pupil.
