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French lessons."
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Lottie
If Sara had been a different kind of child, the life she led at Miss
Minchin's Select Seminary for the next few years would not have been at
all good for her. She was treated more as if she were a distinguished
guest at the establishment than as if she were a mere little girl.
If she had been a self-opinionated, domineering child, she might
have become disagreeable enough to be unbearable through being
so much indulged and flattered. If she had been an indolent child,
she would have learned nothing. Privately Miss Minchin disliked her,
but she was far too worldly a woman to do or say anything which
might make such a desirable pupil wish to leave her school.
She knew quite well that if Sara wrote to her papa to tell him she
was uncomfortable or unhappy, Captain Crewe would remove her at once.
Miss Minchin's opinion was that if a child were continually praised
and never forbidden to do what she liked, she would be sure to be
fond of the place where she was so treated. Accordingly, Sara was
praised for her quickness at her lessons, for her good manners,
for her amiability to her fellow pupils, for her generosity
if she gave sixpence to a beggar out of her full little purse;
the simplest thing she did was treated as if it were a virtue,
and if she had not had a disposition and a clever little brain,
she might have been a very self-satisfied young person. But the
clever little brain told her a great many sensible and true things
about herself and her circumstances, and now and then she talked
these things over to Ermengarde as time went on.
"Things happen to people by accident," she used to say. "A lot of nice
accidents have happened to me. It just HAPPENED that I always liked
lessons and books, and could remember things when I learned them.
It just happened that I was born with a father who was beautiful
and nice and clever, and could give me everything I liked.
Perhaps I have not really a good temper at all, but if you have
everything you want and everyone is kind to you, how can you help
but be good-tempered? I don't know"--looking quite serious--"how I
shall ever find out whether I am really a nice child or a horrid one.
Perhaps I'm a HIDEOUS child, and no one will ever know, just because I
never have any trials."
"Lavinia has no trials," said Ermengarde, stolidly, "and she
is horrid enough."
Sara rubbed the end of her little nose reflectively, as she thought
the matter over.
"Well," she said at last, "perhaps--perhaps that is because Lavinia
is GROWING>."
This was the result of a charitable recollection of having heard
Miss Amelia say that Lavinia was growing so fast that she believed
it affected her health and temper.
Lavinia, in fact, was spiteful. She was inordinately jealous of Sara.
Until the new pupil's arrival, she had felt herself the leader
in the school. She had led because she was capable of making
herself extremely disagreeable if the others did not follow her.
She domineered over the little children, and assumed grand airs
with those big enough to be her companions. She was rather pretty,
and had been the best-dressed pupil in the procession when the Select
Seminary walked out two by two, until Sara's velvet coats and sable
muffs appeared, combined with drooping ostrich feathers, and were led
by Miss Minchin at the head of the line. This, at the beginning,
had been bitter enough; but as time went on it became apparent
that Sara was a leader, too, and not because she could make
herself disagreeable, but because she never did.
"There's one thing about Sara Crewe," Jessie had enraged her "best friend"
by saying honestly, "she's never `grand' about herself the least bit,
and you know she might be, Lavvie. I believe I couldn't help being--
just a little--if I had so many fine things and was made such
a fuss over. It's disgusting, the way Miss Minchin shows her off
when parents come."
"`Dear Sara must come into the drawing room and talk to Mrs. Musgrave
about India,'" mimicked Lavinia, in her most highly flavored imitation
of Miss Minchin. "`Dear Sara must speak French to Lady Pitkin.
Her accent is so perfect.' She didn't learn her French at the Seminary,
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