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You will leave the line if you please.

I have to go.

Oh yes, we must have a princess.

We can fly nicely.

In case us poor colonists lose our wits.

I'm surprised children won't have made me cars.

If her nose starts switching in touch,

she'll have to blurt herself, won't she?

Do you think she knows how to?

Of course not.

Princesses can't be bothered with common or garmed things like that.

They're far too busy dealing with affairs of state.

Go talking with young ladies.

These cramps are getting worse.

Shall I send for the doctor?

It's a useless Donald Eakin.

Perhaps you should take some more medicine.

No, that's a foul-tasive stuff we're making difference.

Come, Captain Saive.

You are young and strong.

You will be on your feet in no time at all.

I worry about you.

I don't know about the poor darling Missy Saive.

I know what's to become of her.

Set your mind at rest, huh?

When she returns, it will be just as before.

We shall look after her together.

She doesn't know about the letter.

I didn't want to spoil it for her because it's her birthday soon.

I've ordered lots of presents.

Expensive presents.

God knows her, I'll pay for them.

She might as well enjoy herself while she can.

Hi, young ladies.

Picture the unquiet letter.

Becky.

Becky, wake up.

Your name is Becky, isn't it?

Yes, Miss.

How did you know?

I asked Marie-Edd.

But why?

I felt sorry for you.

You look so thin and tired.

Don't they give you enough to eat?

But that's awful.

I shall speak to Miss Mention about it.

Oh, no, please don't do that.

You should find me out in the street.

Do you want me pies?

Oh, yes.

Not so filling then.

Marie-Edd and I are going shopping tomorrow morning.

I'll bring some back for you.

Oh, Miss.

Don't call me Miss.

My name's Sarah.

Oh, no.

But I can't call you by your real name.

Why not?

It will be right.

What were you being a princess and all?

I'm not a princess.

No?

Well, that's what they call you down the kitchen.

Rebecca, if I hadn't wished to have my stairs cleaned at this pace,

I would have heard a tortoise for the job.

It's just not fair, Emilia.

She's not nanny as British.

I'm very much younger.

Well, I should she lead the line every Sunday.

Because Mention's a snob, that's why.

I have plenty of expensive clothes, too.

But I wouldn't dream of wearing them here.

It's practically common to floor on the plant as well.

Little show off.

It's disgusting the way Mention forms on her.

Sarah, I don't want to come and speak French to Lady Pitman.

I want her to hear your ex.

And come and talk to me, Miss.

This is muscly, that India slender.

Her son's about to enlist.

Anybody think her father was a general or something?

He may be rich, but he's still only a captain.

If a captain's dog ought to believe in the line.

Don't you agree?

What?

I said Sarah ought to be bringing up the rear.

Don't you think so?

I don't know.

You don't know anything, do.

Except that Sarah's rich.

That's why it become her little toad.

That's not true.

Of course it is.

An exchange she lets you walk with her.

If you could ever get to the front of the line without your

quitey, toyty friend.

A fat, clumsy girl like you.

I asked you a question.

No, I'd go to suppose I would.

But that's not the reason I'm her friend.

So what is the reason?

Give me anyone who's going to me.

Kind you.

You mean she buys you things?

No, I don't mean that.

Sam, money.

Come on, let me see.

He's not her money.

Come on, Jesse.

Let's make her a minute.

Right.

Ow!

He talked to me.

It's because she's rich.

But it isn't.

Ow!

Alright.

I'll say it.

It's because she's rich.

It's because she's rich.

Guys, you're rich.

What?

Please, just ask.

Can you stop this moment?

Please.

Stop it.

What on earth is the matter with her?

She won't sing.

Lottie.

Lottie.

Lottie.

If you don't stop this dreadful noise, this instant, you are.

I shall smack you.

Ow!

I shall smack you very hard.

Excuse me, Miss Minchin.

Oh.

I'll serve you.

If you want to talk to me there, you better come up with me.

As you can see there, I have a little problem.

Yes.

I was wondering if I could tell.

You?

I think I can make her stop crying.

You want to try?

I'm not a sweet thoughtful child.

No, no.

Well, in that case, we'll leave.

What are you?

Come along, Amelia.

Oh, wait.

Do you want the matter, Lottie?

You want the matter, Lottie?

You can tell me.

If you don't tell me why you're crying, how can I help you?

Good, haven't.

Good, haven't.

Haven't what?

Good, Mama.

Neither have I.

Why?

Where is she?

In heaven, like yours.

Oh.

It doesn't mean they can't see us, though.

I'm sure they come out every now and then to take a look at us.

Perhaps.

They're here now.

Do you want them to see you crying, would you?

Well, I can't see them.

No, when you go to heaven, you become invisible.

Why?

Angels aren't allowed to be seen.

Amy, my mama's an angel.

With your hat and hat gown.

And wingers.

Yes.

I don't want a mama, I can't see.

All right, then.

I'll be your mama.

Just to your old enough not to need one.

Let her think of it.

Thank you, Becky.

If I'm into you, right?

When you're dead, that's where I'll bring it out straight away.

Was that the only reason?

Well, I was wondering if you went to the shop, share?

Yes.

I don't have to run along now, would you?

But you haven't finished showing me about heaven.

I'll tell you some more later.

I want to read my letter.

All right.

Goodbye, no doubt.

I love to.

The dressing table, Becky, the bottom drawer.

Oh, miss.

How many can you spare?

I don't know.

I don't know.

I don't know.

How many can you spare?

All of them.

They're all for you.

Oh, thank you, miss.

What's this say?

It's just a wish me a happy birthday.

Oh, where is it?

Next week, Tuesday.

I don't have no birthday.

But you must have.

Everyone has a birthday.

Well, I suppose I do.

You better know that when it is.

I'll see if that's either the hospital, see?

There's a baby.

So I'll never know me, my more dad.

Oh, Becky, what a terrible life you've had.

Oh, it's not so bad now.

This baby's better than the orphanage.

The only thing is, when cooks in one of her moods,

I don't get no food.

Don't worry.

I'll always have some for you.

Hello.

Yes, Captain Zine?

Yes, Captain Zine?

I am.

I'm so sorry.

Sorry?

For being so stupid.

Can you forgive me?

There is nothing to forgive.

I'll put you so much.

Sorry.

You will be sorry.

Thank you, Sergeant.

Sir.

I'm going as fast as I can.

The cake!

Where is the birthday cake?

We're cooks delicing it, Monchie sends her apologies.

Well, one can't eat, apologies.

Now, tell her to hurry.

I want everything here by half past two.

Yes, ma'am.

Oh, good gracious.

I've never seen such a feast fit for a princess, wouldn't you, sir?

Can we afford it?

Oh, it will all go on the captain's account.

Along with these absurdly expensive gifts.

You said we haven't stinched the child.

I thought you didn't like her.

Oh, this is not for Sarah's benefit, Amelia.

No.

Now, we have some important visitors arriving.

Or have you forgotten?

Oh, Lord and Lady Atwood.

Yes.

It will do no hard work for them to see how we celebrate a cookbook birthday.

Particularly as we are not paying for it.

Look at that.

Such a sad face, ma'am.

Are you not excited?

Yes.

I don't just wish Papar could be here.

Oh, it's no use wishing for things that can never be.

I'm sure.

You wouldn't like you to be sad on such a day.

Oh, someone has left you a package.

You know who left it?

Yes.

It's dirty.

And she doesn't know how to spell.

Oh, Mariette.

There are more important things in life than spelling.

You better hurry up.

Well, look, she'll just have to wait, won't she?

Oh, look.

Hello, Miss.

Happy birthday, Miss.

Thank you so much for a wonderful present.

Did you like it, Miss?

Really?

Oh, it's beautiful.

I shall keep it by my bedside so it'll be the first thing I see in the morning.

It's only cheap stuff in the market.

But you used to like to pretend, didn't you?

You could pretend it's satin with diamond pin stuck in it.

I don't have to pretend.

I like it just as it is.

I made it myself.

Full stitching's not very good.

Oh, it's perfect.

It's the most perfect present you could have given me.

Bicky, I do love you.

When we're all happy, said the bell all sent me.

I'm the one who knows who's going to make that love vote.

Keep up the candles and light you to rest.

Keep up the candles and light you to rest.

Keep up the candles and light you to rest.

Keep up the candles and light you to rest.

Keep up the candles and light you to rest.

Keep up the candies and light you to rest because.

Keep up the candles and light wounds.

Keep up the candles and light you to rest.

Leave it without taking care of the optimism.

Let's do this in a second.

You got it?

Did it make a push for you to sleep yourself instead of a perfectnature chance in life.

You think it does?

It's a thing you should be having!

Rebecca?

Why, Sarah there?

Because I know she'd like to see the presents.

After all, she's a young girl, too.

She must certainly is not.

She's a scoury maid.

Oh, please, Miss Mention.

I know she'd enjoy it.

Please let her stay.

Well, Sarah, since it is your birthday,

I exceed to your request.

Rebecca, thank Miss Sarah for her kindness.

Thank you, Miss.

Thank you ever so much, Mom.

I did so want to see the present.

Well, go and stand over there in the corner,

not to near my young ladies.

Now, before Sarah opens her presents,

I should like to say a few words.

Mm.

Stand back, please.

Everyone stand back.

Now, we all consider our birthdays

to be very special occasions.

Do we not, Lottie?

Yes, it's special.

But in Sarah's case, it is an extra special occasion

because it will bring her one year nearer

for the time when she will inherit a large fortune

from an army captain.

It will be her duty to spend her money

in a meritorious manner, La Vigna.

That is why I am so pleased.

Her dear papa has entrusted her to my care

for what uses money without a good education.

Well, she's good education without money.

Don't you say something, La Vigna?

Miss Mention.

I hope you all appreciate Sarah's generosity

in giving you this party.

And I would like you all to express your gratitude

by saying all together out loud, thank you, Sarah.

Thank you, Sarah.

Thank you for coming to my party.

A very pretty cut, Siddya.

Right, very national long.

Leave you all to enjoy yourselves.

This one, Sarah.

Look at this one, Sarah.

Oh, book.

Fancy sending you books.

That book being my cupboard sent.

I asked for them.

After book?

Why? Because I like people.

Oh, princess likes weeding, doesn't she?

I suppose little Peter had spent our fortune

in a meritorious manner.

This one's in French.

Perhaps she's thinking of buying fries.

You don't take any notes, Sarah.

Open this one.

Come on, Becky.

Come and look.

Miss, just tell me to keep the distance, Miss.

Why tell you to come closer and it's my birthday.

Oh, Sarah, what's a lovely hat?

Put it on.

You look beautiful, Mama.

Ready?

Beautiful.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Your personal visitor has called the same as Minship.

As the refreshments are laid out in her room,

she suggests you take your team now.

Then she can talk to him in here.

I want to thank you.

I have been busy.

I have been pressing yourself, not me.

That is a form into two ranks.

And Sarah the Leader of the Peace is an orderly battle.

Quickly.

There's a high spell in the right here.

If we're lending tears,

pray do sit down, Mr. Baron.

I'm wrong, Estelle.

Thank you, Madam.

Have you wish?

Extravadence, ridiculous.

Extravadence?

Such a foolish young man.

Captain Crue?

The licked Captain Crue.

You don't mean he's dead, Madam.

And he died a pauper.

A pauper?

That is not possible.

All that's left in the estate is a half share in some African hole in the ground.

His partner apparently told him there were diamonds at the bottom.

Must have been a swindler.

Oh, but the, er, the body.

All these gifts?

I paid for them.

Then you two have gambled and lost.

Why should I do the loser?

You are the Captain's legal representative.

It was you who told me you hire a carriage, engage a French mate.

I was merely carrying out my client's instructions, his written instructions,

which I can produce in court if necessary.

And what about your moral responsibility?

We are not even morally responsible for our clients, it's Madam.

As a matter of fact,

our own account with the Captain remains unpaid.

You can afford it.

I can't.

This is absolutely outrageous.

Please don't think me out on sympathetic.

You have every right to be angry.

What about the girl?

Has she any relatives?

None that I know of.

Gosh, not staying here.

I shall turn her out into the street.

Oh, I wouldn't do that if I were you.

Why not?

It wouldn't look well.

Pinarless pupil sent packing by young ladies seminary.

The story would soon get about.

And what am I to do with her?

Why not put her to work?

And then she can pay off with it herself?

She's a clever child, I believe.

And I'm sure she'll give you satisfaction.

Good afternoon.

Who is that?

Come out immediately.

Oh, damn, you've got an evil shot on my private conversation.

I'm sorry, Mom.

I know I didn't know to have it.

I knew I was looking at the presents.

Someone heard you coming.

I thought I got an apparent like.

What did you hear?

Nothing, Mom.

Except the poor me, Sarah.

I got a dead no more.

And she's lost all her money.

Leave this room.

Let's open it up.

But what would she do?

I mean, she's just driving the maid in there.

Would you let me wait on her after dummy making a duty, Mom?

Then, boy, me, Sarah wouldn't feel so bad.

Poor Sarah.

We'll wait on her self.

Poor Sarah, I will wait on others.

Now, leave this room or leave my house.

I'm so sorry, all of us.

Well, she's a jolly good fan of the she's a jolly good fan of the she's a jolly good fan of,

well, she's a jolly good fan of.

I'm so sorry, all of us.

One, ladies.

One, ladies.

Silence.

You will all go upstairs.

Change out of your party, Frogs, and assemble in the school room.

Oh, my God.

Sarah, you will remain here.

I'm not going to.

Slope, coat, chipper, coat.

Okay.

So, I just need to...

No, just for you.

No, just for you.

No, just for you.

No, just for you.

No, I want no crying and no unpleasant scenes.

I have some bad news.

No.

Papa, he's dead.

And before he died, he lost every penny of his fortune.

You are left a poor part on my hand.

Dad.

You want to leave your cellar?

And it appears you have no other better to take care of you.

Papa.

Dad, don't you understand what I'm saying?

See, you are quite alone in the world.

Don't begin to imagine.

I've been able to look around and ask.

No more, but I'm safe, not just.

I've been able to get some kind of a reward to me.

I've never had to be served.

I've always...

If I choose to give you shelter,

you must work for your living.

Work?

Yes, if I can work, it won't hurt so much.

What must I do?

You must do whatever I tell you to do.

Have you got a black dress in that sumptuous wardrobe upstairs?

Yes, but it's too small for me.

Go and put it on.

Take those ridiculous ringlets out of your hair.

And then I will show you to your new quarters.

Wait!

Aren't you going to thank me?

Thank you.

For my kindness in giving you a home.

No, Miss Mention. You are not kind.

And this is not a home.

What will you do, Maria?

Second, your position, of course.

And an uploader will kind of afford to play my waitress.

Please forgive the path.

I'm sure it wasn't his fault that he lost all his money.

Perhaps I should have asked to see his references.

Wasn't my fault either.

Did I say that it was?

No.

But you've just seen so cold as if you blamed me.

Don't you like me anymore?

I do not dislike you.

I wish you will.

Now I must think of myself.

Yes, yes, of course.

Are you ready, Sarah?

Yes, Miss Mention.

And come on!

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