A Little Princess

by Frances Hodgson Burnett

“Things happen to people by accident,” she used to say. “A lot of nice accidents have happened to me.

“She says it has nothing to do with what you look like, or what you have. It has only to do with what you think of, and what you do.”

“Oh, Sara!” she said. “You are queer—but you are nice.” “I know I am queer,” admitted Sara, cheerfully; “and I try to be nice.”

can’t help making up things. If I didn’t, I don’t believe I could live.” She paused and glanced around the attic. “I’m sure I couldn’t live here,” she added in a low voice.

“When you talk about things,” she said, “they seem as if they grew real.

She caught her breath. “Somehow, something always happens,” she cried, “just before things get to the very worst.

If I could only just remember that always. The worst thing never quite comes.”