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It's a dream, Emily.

It's funny, because I feel as if my eyes were open, it must still be asleep.

I'm sitting up. I'm definitely sitting up. So why am I still dreaming?

Suppose if I got out of bed it would all disappear. Come on, Emily. It's sealed.

Come on, we'll be dreaming. That fire I can feel the heat.

It's real. It's all real.

To the little girl in the attic. From a friend.

You see that, Emily? That's not my imagination, is it?

Becky. Becky!

Yes, Miss.

Please help me.

But it's not me.

But it's not me.

Do you remember when I told you that when things were at their blackest, the magic always comes to their rescue?

Well, it's gone. But it was a magician. We can't imagine what a magician would do.

I don't know. It's someone who doesn't want me to know who it is.

Bacon, eggs, and a hot tea. Come on, Becky. Let's see if it tastes real.

If your finger makes them disappear, you can make them disappear, right?

And that through might as well disappear in our stomachs without ear.

And she never stood.

No, sayin'. Oh, the poor creature was so exhausted. She would have slept through a thunderstorm.

Oh, I should like to clean her face when she saw your handiwork.

Your handiwork, sayin'. That was merely the humble instrument of your will.

There's nothing humble about you, Remdes. And if you were truly an instrument of my will, you'd bring me the whiskey, decanter.

I cannot find it, sayin'. Isn't it against the Sikh religion to tell a lie?

You go in the teachers, that if a lie is told with sincerity...

But it won't be ridiculous. How can you possibly tell a lie with sincerity?

It is what you would call... a white lie.

For the sake of a greater good.

My recovery of me. You really think that's worth lying for?

Certainly, sayin'. If you were to die, who would take care of the little servant girl?

Morning, ducks. Special delivery.

Thank you.

Um...

Sorry, new, please.

It's about there.

Who is it for?

I don't know how it's done, the label.

Oh, thanks a lot, Liz.

Thank you.

They're just under staring at the servant. The home is of a dress.

To me, Mom.

The youth.

This says to the little girl in the right hand attic.

That's me.

Better open it, then, then, turn.

What a beautiful coat.

To be worn every day will be replaced by others when necessary.

Do you have any idea who sent this?

No, Mom.

Some relative perhaps a rich uncle you have forgotten about?

I don't think so. My father didn't have any brothers or sisters.

Well, if it was on your mama's side, it may have been Frenchman.

It would explain why he's taken so long to find you.

It wouldn't explain how he knew I lived in the right hand attic.

Well, whoever it is, it appears you are no longer destitute.

Take these clothes and, um...

Put them on!

And Sarah?

Yes, Mom.

And there will be no more work today.

You may join the other pupils in school.

Yes, Mom.

Yes, Mom.

If this mysterious benefactor is a relative, why wasn't the parcel addressed by name?

Presumably, it is someone who wishes to provide for her without necessarily becoming involved.

Hmm.

Well, it looks as if he intends to continue to provide for her.

In which case, you made a terrible mistake, haven't you, sister?

Mistake?

Well, turning her into a slave, if he were to find out how you've been treating her...

I have been treating her!

May I remind you, Amelia, that you are the co-proprietress of this seminary?

I know.

I should have protested.

I made sure she had enough to eat out of fire in her room. I'm deeply ashamed of this.

I see no reason why either of us should be ashamed.

Her father died, owing as over 270 pounds, and yet we gave her a roof over her head.

We gave her a home.

Who needs to get her money back, not out of charity?

We are not! At Chanate's home!

It's such a crime!

Amelia!

Amelia!

Good Lord!

Where did she get those clothes?

Probably stolen.

What are you doing here, Skivvy?

You're not allowed in the school room.

Don't even go to his parents, to the board for feet.

Oh, shut up, Amelia!

Look beautiful, Sarah!

They know it's a bit...

I don't know.

Ever since I woke up with more everything's been different.

I thought it was a dream, but it isn't.

It's just... the magic.

Good morning, young ladies.

Good morning, Missy and Shae.

Missy and...

Oh, Lottie!

Sorry.

Run along.

Sarah, you may resume your old desk.

Elizabeth, move over there.

Quickly! Come on.

Yes, Missy and Shae.

Right?

Yes, Mum.

Oh, and you need not call me, Mum, anymore.

Quite sure.

It won't be long before you're...

I'll puke will again.

What took the liberty of peaking?

It gave the magic a wall off during the day.

But it's still in a large of life.

It's not only still here, Becky.

The magicians be back.

Oh, soup.

Six dakes.

Apple pie.

No, that's what our call magic.

But that's it, get in.

Magicians can get in anywhere.

They don't have to worry about walls and doors.

They just pass straight through them.

You mean like a ghost?

Yes.

But they're more real than ghosts.

Because they're magic.

They can actually touch it.

And feel it.

They taste it.

I'll tell you, Thumbock Miss.

Magic food tastes better than ordinary food.

I'll tell you Thumbock Miss.

Magic food tastes better than ordinary food.

Is it flour? Is it flour?

The more. The more.

The more. The more. The more.

The more, the more.

No, no, no, no.

Oh my gosh.

Oh, Jaip, oh, yeah.

Why, you all.

Because I almost got out.

Oh, cold, thick of the cold.

Mm.

Did you find the little girl?

Well.

Well.

I'm afraid not.

Oh, I knew it.

Oh, Mr. Carrisford, he'll be so disappointed.

Not the right child.

Then who was she?

Madempa Scowl was right.

Her name is Sonia Karu.

I met both her and the Russian couple who adopted her.

There's no possible doubt.

But the fact that her father died out in India.

Just an unfortunate coincidence.

Then we should have to begin all over again.

Not I, Mr. Carrisford.

I promise my wife I'd make no further trips abroad.

Perhaps that won't be necessary.

While you were away, I had a great deal of time to think.

And it occurred to me that I might have misinterpreted

Cruz's words.

Miss Interpreter?

Yes.

He said to me that he was taking his little soldier

on a tour of Europe.

And I assumed that meant that her school was in Europe.

And in view of the fact that her mother was French,

the most obvious place to start looking was Paris.

But as her father is English.

Oh, you mean search in London?

Yes.

How's this?

Dear magician, we know you want to keep yourself a secret.

But Beck and I thought you wouldn't mind

if I wrote to thank you for your kindness

over the last few weeks.

We were so cold and hungry, and now we're warm and well-fed.

Blimey, Miss.

It's all over you.

Hello, evil one.

So you've escaped again, have you?

The Sikh will be very cross with him.

And so will the Indian gentleman.

Afraid I'm going to have to take him back.

Oh.

It doesn't belong to me, you see.

It belongs to them.

You're very lucky to have a family.

Doesn't know how lucky he is.

MUSIC

Hello.

The monkey seems to prefer my attic to yours.

I can't think why.

He must have climbed up the chimney.

Oh, I'm sorry you have been troubling me, see Si.

Well, goodbye then.

Just a moment.

I'm sure my master would wish to thank you also.

Will he come inside?

MUSIC

If you'd be good enough to wait here, while I announce you.

Come, Missy Si.

My servant tells me who brought our monkey back.

Yes, sir.

I live in the attic next door, you see,

and he was scratching at my skylight.

I understand he's visited you before.

Please forgive him.

It's just that London is such a new and exciting place.

Nothing to forgive, sir.

The Sikh calls him the evil one.

He's not evil at all.

Just curious.

How did you know that Ram Das was a Sikh?

It lots of Sikhs out in India.

India?

You used to live in India?

Yes, I was born there.

Come here, my dear.

Are you the little girl?

Did my son give you six pools of Christmas?

Yes, sir.

Then you live next door, the seminary?

Yes.

But you're not one of the pupils?

I used to be.

Now I'm just, I don't quite know what I am,

skivvy, I suppose.

That's what some of the girls call me.

A pupil who became a certain twine.

Because my papa lost all his money just before he died.

So there was no one to take care of me.

How did he lose it?

A friend lost her for him, at least.

For par 40 was a friend.

He should never have trusted him.

What are you looking at?

Statue of Kali.

It's just like.

Like what?

Like the past.

What was his name?

Crew.

Captain Ralph Crew.

You see, it was your papa's.

I was the friend he thought had betrayed him.

And I'd been searching all over your for you.

Ever since he died.

And all the time.

You just days told.

I don't like telling tales, Mum.

And I could be wrong.

I should have to get to the bottom of this.

Can't have a member of my household making unsolicited visit to a neighbor.

It's out some plot.

Point is, young lady, that you are now extremely wealthy.

Half of Mr. Carrisford's considerable fortune belongs to you.

Sorry, I'm a princess, after all.

What's that?

Nothing.

It's just a game I used to play.

I won't have to go back to the school, will I?

No, no. Of course not.

I want you to come and live here with me.

And we can organize a private tutor for you.

Excuse me, sir.

Yes, remember.

The head mistress is here.

How good?

You'll save me the trouble of calling on her.

You better show her in.

Excuse me.

Good morning, Mr. Carrisford.

Carrisford, I am this mention, the proprietor of the young lady's seminary next door.

This is Mr. Carmichael, my solicitor.

How you doing?

He was just about to come and see you.

To protest about the intrusion of my charity pupil.

I have come to apologize for her presumption.

Go home, sir.

She will be severely punished.

Go home at once.

No, Miss Midshin.

This is her home now.

A bigger pardon?

The fortune which the Captain believed was lost has now been recovered,

and half of it belongs to this charity pupil of yours.

You mean the diamond mine?

Precisely.

It is supposed to be an excellent investment.

Then Sarah must continue with her education.

Oh, yes, she will.

But not at your seminary.

Why not?

Were it not for my generosity she would have starved in the streets?

Instead of which she starved in your attic, not much of an improvement by all account.

Captain Crue entrusted Sarah to my care, Mr. Carrisford.

She must return to my seminary.

The law requires it.

The law requires nothing of the kind, Miss Midshin.

Whether she returns or not is up to her.

Then I appeal to you, Sarah.

I have not spoiled you, or perhaps, but I have always been extremely fond of you.

Really, Miss Midshin?

I had no idea.

Children, so often they mistake discipline for lack of concern.

However, one day I'm sure she will know how much I cared for her.

Cared?

No, Miss Midshin. You never cared for me.

And you know quite well that I won't come back with you.

Well, Mr. Carrisford, you may think that you are doing the right thing,

but you have not undertaken an easy task.

The child is both untruthful and ungrateful,

and no school on earth could transform to the hardened character.

She thinks she's a princess, you know.

No, I don't, Miss Midshin.

All I ever did was try to behave like one.

Well, I can't say I'm surprised.

If I was Sarah, I wouldn't dream of coming back.

Why not?

She should be grateful to us.

Grateful?

Grateful for what?

Days of hard labor, few crusts of bread and nonsense.

Oh, nonsense.

She did a few bits of housework, ran a few errands.

You're deceiving yourself, Sarah.

And in return, we gave her a roof over her head.

Nothing could be grateful for her.

You never showed her a moment's kindness.

And because I was afraid of you, neither did I.

We both behaved as graciously towards her.

Oh, we'd done nothing of the sort.

And I admit I never liked the girl.

Because she could see through you.

That's why she knew you for what you are.

A pitiless, hard-hearted woman who cares for nothing but money.

How dare you, Ami, here?

Without my care for money, as you put it,

you would still be a frumpish nursemaid

and some dreary of love that may be a frumpish nursemaid

that except you'll then lose a moment longer.

I'm resigning as your partner, Ami.

I only hope the pupils don't follow your example.

Because if you, you would have brought them nothing but misery.

Ha!

I didn't!

You didn't fall.

I don't know why, but I just knew.

You did it, Donald.

When you birthed her, you'd put her to the bank, girl.

I didn't.

I just thought you needed some money.

Didn't mind me often.

That's it.

It's been stinging.

Mind.

I shall always wear it.

To remember you, bye.

See?

You're awesome, Timmysteak.

Then why have you gone bright red?

Excuse me, Miss.

There's a letter for you.

I think it's for me, Sarah.

Sarah, where is she?

Oh, yes, she's gone next door with the Indian gentleman.

It's been a fright for where about it.

I heard the mystery.

It's a Miss Amelia guy, and it's a round of tongues.

A Miss Amelia wasn't asking with the mystery.

What for?

Strange.

Just usually the other way round.

Miss Amelia, up and left.

Sue cases and all.

This is where I'm walking away.

Read something, God.

I want to know what's happened to her.

It's wonderful.

What's wonderful?

What does she say?

She says, have a past mind.

I had diamonds in it after all.

What's wonderful?

What does she say?

Her mind had diamonds in it after all.

Millions and millions of them.

So she's rich again now?

Even richer than she was before.

I don't believe it.

It's just impossible.

On the mark, I can't wait to see her.

We're coming back.

She's not coming back, can't she?

She's staying with Mr. Carrisford.

But she didn't buy the phone to tea tomorrow afternoon.

Oh, I'm not going to.

Look.

Are you the magician?

No.

I'm just a servant.

But sometimes I have the power to...

...ust punish.

For me.

For you.

From the Missy side.

I'm not much good at reading.

Can you tell me what she says?

She says that my master is to become her legal guardian.

And she asks if you would accept a position in his household.

As her personal maid.

Oh, me?

What are you thinking, Sarah?

I was just thinking about your question.

Why can't we shoot a treat of me so cruelly?

I believe it was to teach me a lesson.

What lesson?

There are so many poor people in the world.

Took a pause money for granted, you see.

I had no idea what it was like not to have any.

They taught me a lesson too.

That money doesn't buy happiness.

It prevents people from starving, doesn't it?

It gives them a roof over their heads.

Yes.

I remember one day, when I was particularly hungry.

There was a little girl outside a bun shop.

Was even hungrier than I was.

I wonder what became of her.

What becomes of all other children who don't have enough to eat?

I wish I could help them.

That's settled, then.

You'll feed any hungry shawdmen, send the bills to me every month.

I wish you would miss it, it'd be a pleasure.

Miss?

Excuse the liberty, Miss.

What happened to the rags?

Oh, they're gone.

Very happy now.

I just wish the little girl I gave the buns to was as happy.

Oh, she's quite happy.

You can take my word for it.

You've seen her.

I see her every day.

Anne?

Hello, Miss.

She's my new apprentice, and a fine-ard working girl she's turned out to be.

She couldn't remember her name, so I called her Anne.

You're really happy, Anne.

Yeah, thanks to you and mistress.

Oh, she's my old friend.

I thought she was cool, like me.

Poor.

That little one's never been for.

Not even when she happened to have any to her name.

It's the magic.

That's what it is.

The magic.

Remember, I told you the words.

I told you the words.

I told you the words.

I told you the words.

I told you the words.

The magic.

Remember, I told you the words.

When things were at their brackets.

The magic always comes to your rescue.

When it's come.

Just like being a princess after all.

Sarah!

Oh no, just you, Sarah!

Hello, Mom.

How are you, Sarah?

How are you, Sarah?

I'm not too happy.

I'm just so happy.

No, I'm not.

I'm not too happy.

I'm not too happy.

I'm not too happy.

I'm not too happy.

I'm not too happy.

I'm not too happy.

Let's try it.

It is mine.

Bye, Sarah!

Bye, bye, Mom.