The Little Princess1939

Sara Crewe:
Here she is, on the bookshelves.

Ram Dass, Lord Wickham's Indian Servant:
Bookshelves.

Sara Crewe:
Oh... I pretend they're bookshelves filled with beautiful sets of books.

Ram Dass, Lord Wickham's Indian Servant:
Then I'd better remove her before she ruins your set of Dickens. This is your room, Miss?

Sara Crewe:
Yes, it's so little and so high above everything that it's like a nest in a tree. I can lie on my soft sofa and look up at the sky through that little hole in the roof.

Ram Dass, Lord Wickham's Indian Servant:
Sofa?

Sara Crewe:
Well... it looks more like a sofa when it's made up, and I imagine it has warm blankets and lovely cushions to curl up on.

Ram Dass, Lord Wickham's Indian Servant:
But there is a fire at night, of course?

Sara Crewe:
Well... that is the hardest of all to imagine, especially at night, but it's lovely when I can.

Becky, Servant at Minchin Seminary:
The cook wants you, and she's in an awful mood!

Sara Crewe:
Excuse me, Ram Dass, I've got to go to the butcher's, and I'll get my ears boxed if I don't hurry!