One cold winter day a littie girl and her father arrived in London. Sara Crewe was seven years old, , and she had long black hair and green eyes. She sat in the cad next to her father and looked out of the window at the tall houses and the dark sky.
' What are you thinking about, Sara? ' Mr Crewe asked.
' You are very quiet. ' He put his arm round his daughter.
' I' m thinking about our house in India, ' said Sara. And the hot sun and the blue sky. I don' t think I like England very much, Father.
' Yes, it' s very different from India, ' her father said. ' But you must go to school in London, and Ibbmust go back to India and work.
' Yes, Father, I know, ' said Sara. ' But I want to be with you. Please come to school with me! I can help you with your lessons.
Mr Crewe smiled, but he was not happy. He loved his little Sara very much, and he did not want to be without her. sara' s mother was dead, and Sara was his only child. Father and daughter were very good friends.
Soon they arrived at Miss Minchin' s School for Girls and went into the big house.
Miss Minchin was atall woman in a black dress. She looked at Sara, and then gave a very big smile.
' What a beautiful child! ' she said to Mr Crewe.