My life is turning into Sara Crewe's in one way or another.

'I will beg your pardon for laughing, if it was rude,' she said then, 'but I won't beg your pardon for thinking.'


'I know I shall - if I'm found out,'she said. 'But I don't care - I don't care a bit. Oh, Sara, please tell me. What is the matter? Why don't you like me any more?'


'Lavinia and Jessie are "best friends"', she said rather huskily. 'I wish we could be "best friends". Would you have me for yours? You're clever, and I'm the stupidest child in the school, but I - oh, I do so like you!'


'Yes,' she said in a new passionate way. 'Yes, I am. I'm so hungry now that I could almost eat you. And it makes it worse to hear poor Becky. She's hungrier than I am.'


'Why does she say I am a beautiful child?' she was thinking. 'I am not beautiful at all. Colonel Grange's little girl, Isobel, is beautiful. She has dimples and rose-coloured cheeks, and long hair the colour of gold. I have short black hair and green eyes; besides which, I am a thin child and not fair in the least. I am one of the ugliest children I ever saw. She is beginning by telling a story.'