Маленькая принцесса
Sara
"Oh,papa!"shecried."ThereisEmily!"
Aflushhadrisentoherfaceandtherewasanexpressioninhergreen-grayeyesasifshehadjustrecognizedsomeoneshewasintimatewithandfondof.
"Sheisactuallywaitingthereforus!"shesaid."Letusgointoher."
"Dearme,"saidCaptainCrewe,"Ifeelasifweoughttohavesomeonetointroduceus."
"YoumustintroducemeandIwillintroduceyou,"saidSara."ButIknewhertheminuteIsawher—soperhapssheknewme,too."
Perhapsshehadknownher.ShehadcertainlyaveryintelligentexpressioninhereyeswhenSaratookherinherarms.Shewasalargedoll,butnottoolargetocarryabouteasily;shehadnaturallycurlinggolden-brownhair,whichhunglikeamantleabouther,andhereyeswereadeep,clear,gray-blue,withsoft,thickeyelasheswhichwererealeyelashesandnotmerepaintedlines.
"Ofcourse,"saidSara,lookingintoherfaceassheheldheronherknee,"ofcoursepapa,thisisEmily."
SoEmilywasboughtandactuallytakentoachildren’soutfitter’sshopandmeasuredforawardrobeasgrandasSara’sown.Shehadlacefrocks,too,andvelvetandmuslinones,andhatsandcoatsandbeautifullace-trimmedunderclothes,andglovesandhandkerchiefsandfurs.
"Ishouldlikeheralwaystolookasifshewasachildwithagoodmother,"saidSara."I’mhermother,thoughIamgoingtomakeacompanionofher."
