Маленькая принцесса
Ram Dass
"She’sgotmoreairsandgracesthanifshecomefromBuckinghamPalace,thatyoungone,"saidthecook,chucklingalittlesometimes."Ilosemytemperwithheroftenenough,butIwillsaysheneverforgetshermanners.’Ifyouplease,cook’;’Willyoubesokind,cook?’’Ibegyourpardon,cook’;’MayItroubleyou,cook?’Shedrops’emaboutthekitchenasiftheywasnothing."
ThemorningaftertheinterviewwithRamDassandhismonkey,Sarawasintheschoolroomwithhersmallpupils.Havingfinishedgivingthemtheirlessons,shewasputtingtheFrenchexercise-bookstogetherandthinking,asshedidit,ofthevariousthingsroyalpersonagesindisguisewerecalledupontodo:AlfredtheGreat,forinstance,burningthecakesandgettinghisearsboxedbythewifeoftheneat-herd.Howfrightenedshemusthavebeenwhenshefoundoutwhatshehaddone.IfMissMinchinshouldfindoutthatshe—Sara,whosetoeswerealmoststickingoutofherboots—wasaprincess—arealone!ThelookinhereyeswasexactlythelookwhichMissMinchinmostdisliked.Shewouldnothaveit;shewasquitenearherandwassoenragedthatsheactuallyflewatherandboxedherears—exactlyastheneat-herd’swifehadboxedKingAlfred’s.ItmadeSarastart.Shewakenedfromherdreamattheshock,and,catchingherbreath,stoodstillasecond.Then,notknowingshewasgoingtodoit,shebrokeintoalittlelaugh.
"Whatareyoulaughingat,youbold,impudentchild?"MissMinchinexclaimed.
