Маленькая принцесса
One of the Populace
Icanjestseethembigkeysyousayshecarries.Thecookshe’slikeoneoftheunder-jailers.Tellmesomemore,please,miss—tellmeaboutthesubt’raneanpassagewe’vedugunderthewalls."
"I’lltellyousomethingwarmer,"shiveredSara."Getyourcoverletandwrapitroundyou,andI’llgetmine,andwewillhuddleclosetogetheronthebed,andI’lltellyouaboutthetropicalforestwheretheIndiangentleman’smonkeyusedtolive.WhenIseehimsittingonthetablenearthewindowandlookingoutintothestreetwiththatmournfulexpression,Ialwaysfeelsureheisthinkingaboutthetropicalforestwhereheusedtoswingbyhistailfromcoconuttrees.Iwonderwhocaughthim,andifheleftafamilybehindwhohaddependedonhimforcoconuts."
"Thatiswarmer,miss,"saidBecky,gratefully;"but,someways,eventheBastilleissortofheatin’whenyougetstotellin’aboutit."
"Thatisbecauseitmakesyouthinkofsomethingelse,"saidSara,wrappingthecoverletroundheruntilonlyhersmalldarkfacewastobeseenlookingoutofit."I’venoticedthis.Whatyouhavetodowithyourmind,whenyourbodyismiserable,istomakeitthinkofsomethingelse."
"Canyoudoit,miss?"falteredBecky,regardingherwithadmiringeyes.
Saraknittedherbrowsamoment.
"SometimesIcanandsometimesIcan’t,"shesaidstoutly."ButwhenICANI’mallright.AndwhatIbelieveisthatwealwayscould—ifwepracticedenough.
