A Little Princess / Маленькая принцесса. Книга для чтения на английском языке. Фрэнсис Элиза Бёрнетт

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СКАЧАТЬ she said, “we are just the same – I am only a little girl like you. It’s just an accident that I am not you, and you are not me!”

      Becky did not understand in the least.[107] Her mind could not grasp such amazing thoughts, and “an accident” meant to her a calamity in which some one was run over or fell off a ladder and was carried to “the ’orspital[108].”

      “A’ accident, miss,” she fluttered respectfully. “Is it?”

      “Yes,” Sara answered, and she looked at her dreamily for a moment. But the next she spoke in a different tone. She realized that Becky did not know what she meant.

      “Have you done your work?” she asked. “Dare you stay here a few minutes?”

      Becky lost her breath again.

      “Here, miss? Me?”

      Sara ran to the door, opened it, and looked out and listened.

      “No one is anywhere about,” she explained. “If your bedrooms are finished, perhaps you might stay a tiny while. I thought – perhaps – you might like a piece of cake.”

      The next ten minutes seemed to Becky like a sort of delirium[109]. Sara opened a cupboard, and gave her a thick slice of cake. She seemed to rejoice when it was devoured in hungry bites. She talked and asked questions, and laughed until Becky’s fears actually began to calm themselves, and she once or twice gathered boldness enough to ask a question or so herself, daring as she felt it to be.

      “Is that – “ she ventured, looking longingly at the rose-colored frock. And she asked it almost in a whisper. “Is that there your best?”

      “It is one of my dancing-frocks,” answered Sara. “I like it, don’t you?”

      For a few seconds Becky was almost speechless with admiration. Then she said in an awed voice, “Once I see a princess. I was standin’ in the street with the crowd outside Covin’ Garden[110], watchin’ the swells go inter the opera. An’ there was one everyone stared at most. They ses[111] to each other, ‘that’s the princess.’ She was a growed-up young lady, but she was pink all over-gownd an’ cloak, an’ flowers an’ all. I called her to mind the minnit I see you[112], sittin’ there on the table, miss. You looked like her.”

      “I’ve often thought,” said Sara, in her reflecting voice, “that I should like to be a princess; I wonder what it feels like. I believe I will begin pretending I am one.”

      Becky stared at her admiringly, and, as before, did not understand her in the least. She watched her with a sort of adoration. Very soon Sara left her reflections and turned to her with a new question.

      “Becky,” she said, “weren’t you listening to that story?”

      “Yes, miss,” confessed Becky, a little alarmed again. “I knowed I hadn’t orter[113], but it was that beautiful I – I couldn’t help it.”

      “I liked you to listen to it,” said Sara. “If you tell stories, you like nothing so much as to tell them to people who want to listen. I don’t know why it is. Would you like to hear the rest?”

      Becky lost her breath again.

      “Me hear it?” she cried. “Like as if I was a pupil, miss! All about the Prince – and the little white Mer-babies[114] swimming about laughing – with stars in their hair?”

      Sara nodded.

      “You haven’t time to hear it now, I’m afraid,” she said; “but if you will tell me just what time you come to do my rooms, I will try to be here and tell you a bit of it every day until it is finished. It’s a lovely long one – and I’m always putting new bits to it.”

      “Then,” breathed Becky, devoutly, “I wouldn’t mind HOW heavy the coal boxes was – or WHAT the cook done to me, if – if I might have that to think of.”

      “You may,” said Sara. “I’ll tell it ALL to you.”

      When Becky went downstairs, she was not the same Becky who had staggered up, loaded down by the weight of the coal scuttle. She had an extra piece of cake in her pocket, and she had been fed and warmed, but not only by cake and fire. Something else had warmed and fed her, and the something else was Sara.

      When she was gone Sara sat on her favorite perch on the end of her table. Her feet were on a chair, her elbows on her knees, and her chin in her hands.

      “If I WAS a princess – a REAL princess,” she murmured, “I could scatter largess to the populace.[115] But even if I am only a pretend princess, I can invent little things to do for people. Things like this. She was just as happy as if it was largess. I’ll pretend that to do things people like is scattering largess. I’ve scattered largess.”

      6

      The Diamond Mines

      Not very long after this a very exciting thing happened. Not only Sara, but the entire school, found it exciting, and made it the chief subject of conversation for weeks after it occurred[116]. In one of his letters Captain Crewe told a most interesting story. A friend who had been at school with him when he was a boy had unexpectedly come to see him in India. He was the owner of a large tract of land upon which diamonds had been found, and he was engaged in developing the mines. If all went as was confidently expected, he would become possessed of such wealth as it made one dizzy to think of[117]; and because he was fond of the friend of his school days, he had given him an opportunity to share in this enormous fortune by becoming a partner in his scheme. This, at least, was what Sara gathered from his letters. It is true that any other business scheme, however magnificent, would have had but small attraction for her or for the schoolroom; but “diamond mines” sounded so like the Arabian Nights that no one could be indifferent. Sara thought them enchanting, and painted pictures, for Ermengarde and Lottie, of labyrinthine passages in the bowels of the earth[118], where sparkling stones studded the walls and roofs and ceilings, and strange, dark men dug them out with heavy picks. Ermengarde delighted in the story, and Lottie insisted on its being retold to her every evening. Lavinia was very spiteful about it, and told Jessie that she didn’t believe such things as diamond mines existed.

      “My mamma has a diamond ring which cost forty pounds,” she said. “And it is not a big one, either. If there were mines full of diamonds, people would be so rich it would be ridiculous.”

      “Perhaps Sara will be so rich that she will be ridiculous,” giggled Jessie.

      “She’s ridiculous without being rich,” Lavinia sniffed.

      “I believe you hate her,” said Jessie.

      “No, I don’t,” snapped Lavinia. “But I don’t believe in mines full of diamonds.”

      “Well, people have to get СКАЧАТЬ