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Good evening and welcome to the sleepy bookshelf,

where we put down our worries from the day and pick up a good book. I'm your host, Elizabeth.

Thank you so much for coming tonight. This evening we are returning to a little princess.

But before we open our book, take some time here for yourself and breathe. Maybe you'd like to take a big stretch.

Release any tension you might be holding in your muscles.

And focus on how your body feels, allowing yourself to physically let go.

Next, take a deep breath in.

Hold it for a moment.

And now exhale.

Breathing out all your worries and concerns.

Once more now. Inhale, hold it a moment and exhale. Wonderful. while Sarah was out helping the shivering paw near the baker's shop, two men hopped in through her attic window. One was her friend, Ram Dass, and the other was the Indian gentleman's secretary.

They made notes about the things in the room.

Ram Das had been secretly looking out for Sarah, and he had retold his Sahib the story

Sarah had told her friends about the pretend luxuries of her room,

and it had brought him joy, so much so that he planned to begin silently replacing items in her

room overnight so as to make her dreams come true. Once they had surveyed the garret, they left as quietly as they had come.

When Sarah came home, Miss Minchin and the cook scolded her for dawdling. When Sarah asked for some food, she was given a piece of stale bread

from the pantry as she had missed dinner.

Ermengarde was in her room when Sarah arrived, pockets empty, with no crumbs for little Malkisadek.

Sarah lit up when she saw a stack of books Armengarde had brought, sent by her father.

They agreed that Sarah would read them, and she would tell Armengarde the stories in a way she could remember them.

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