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Tonight, I will be reading A Little Princess by Francis Hodgson Burnett.

So lie down, close your eyes, and let me read you a story.

Chapter 1 Sarah

Once in a dark winter's day, when the yellow fog hung so thick and heavy in the streets of London, but the lamps were

lighted, and the shop windows blazed with gas as they do at night. An odd-looking little girl

sat in a cab with her father, and was driven rather slowly through the big thoroughfares.

She sat with her feet tucked under

her and leaned against her father, who held her in his arm, as she stared out of the window

of the passing people with a strange, old-fashioned thoughtfulness in her big eyes. She was

such a little girl that one did not expect to see such a look on her small face.

It would have been an old look for a child of 12, and Sarah Crewe was only seven.

The fact was, however, that she was always dreaming and thinking odd things.

I could not herself remember any time when she had not been thinking

things about grown-up people and the worlds they belonged to. She felt as if she'd lived

a long, long time. At this moment, she was remembering the voyage she just made from Bombay

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