If Sara had been a different kind of child, the life she led at Miss Minchin's Select Seminary for the next few years would not have been at all good for her.{1}
She was treated more as if she were a distinguished (尊贵的) guest at the establishment than as if she were a mere little girl.
If she had been a self-opinionated (固执己见的), domineering (盛气凌人的) child, she might have become disagreeable enough to be unbearable through being so much indulged and flattered.{2}
If she had been an indolent child, she would have learned nothing.
Privately Miss Minchin disliked her, but she was far too worldly a woman to do or say anything which might make such a desirable pupil wish to leave her school.
She knew quite well that if Sara wrote to her papa to tell him she was uncomfortable or unhappy, Captain Crewe would remove her at once.
Miss Minchin's opinion was that if a child were continually praised and never forbidden (禁止) to do what she liked, she would be sure to be fond of the place where she was so treated.
Accordingly, Sara was praised for her quickness at her lessons, for her good manners, for her amiability (友善) to her fellow pupils, for her generosity (慷慨) if she gave sixpence to a beggar out of her full little purse;
the simplest thing she did was treated as if it were a virtue, and if she had not had a disposition and a clever little brain, she might have been a very self-satisfied young person.
But the clever little brain told her a great many sensible and true things about herself and her circumstances, and now and then she talked these things over to Ermengarde as time went on.
"Things happen to people by accident," she used to say. "A lot of nice accidents have happened to me.
It just happened that I always liked lessons and books, and could remember things when I learned them.
It just happened that I was born with a father who was beautiful and nice and clever, and could give me everything I liked.
Perhaps I have not really a good temper at all, but if you have everything you want and everyone is kind to you, how can you help but be good-tempered?
I don't know "-looking quite serious-" how I shall ever find out whether I am really a nice child or a horrid one.
Perhaps I'm a hideous (可怕的) child, and no one will ever know, just because I never have any trials."
"Lavinia has no trials," said Ermengarde, stolidly, "and she is horrid enough."
Sara rubbed the end of her little nose reflectively, as she thought the matter over.
"Well," she said at last, "perhaps-perhaps that is because Lavinia is growing."
This was the result of a charitable (宽厚的) recollection of having heard Miss Amelia say that Lavinia was growing so fast that she believed it affected her health and temper.
Lavinia, in fact, was spiteful (怀恨的). She was inordinately (无度地) jealous (妒忌的) of Sara.
Until the new pupil's arrival, she had felt herself the leader in the school.
She had led because she was capable of making herself extremely disagreeable if the others did not follow her.
She domineered (压制) over the little children, and assumed grand airs with those big enough to be her companions.
She was rather pretty, and had been the best-dressed pupil in the procession (行列) when the Select Seminary walked out two by two, until Sara's velvet coats and sable muffs appeared, combined with drooping ostrich feathers, and were led by Miss Minchin at the head of the line. {3}
This, at the beginning, had been bitter enough; but as time went on it became apparent that Sara was a leader, too, and not because she could make herself disagreeable, but because she never did.
"There's one thing about Sara Crewe," Jessie had enraged (激怒) her "best friend" by saying honestly, "she's never 'grand' about herself the least bit, and you know she might be, Lavvie.
I believe I couldn't help being-just a little-if I had so many fine things and was made such a fuss (大惊小怪) over. It's disgusting, the way Miss Minchin shows her off when parents come."
"'Dear Sara must come into the drawing room and talk to Mrs. Musgrave about India,'" mimicked (模仿) Lavinia, in her most highly flavored imitation of Miss Minchin.
"'Dear Sara must speak French to Lady Pitkin. Her accent is so perfect.' She didn't learn her French at the Seminary, at any rate.
And there's nothing so clever in her knowing it. She says herself she didn't learn it at all. She just picked it up, because she always heard her papa speak it.
And, as to her papa, there is nothing so grand in being an Indian officer."
"Well," said Jessie, slowly, "he's killed tigers. He killed the one in the skin Sara has in her room.
That's why she likes it so. She lies on it and strokes its head, and talks to it as if it was a cat."
"She's always doing something silly," snapped Lavinia. "My mamma says that way of hers of pretending things is silly. She says she will grow up eccentric (反常的)."
It was quite true that Sara was never "grand." She was a friendly little soul, and shared her privileges and belongings with a free hand.
The little ones, who were accustomed to being disdained (鄙视) and ordered out of the way by mature ladies aged ten and twelve, were never made to cry by this most envied of them all.{4}
She was a motherly young person, and when people fell down and scraped their knees, she ran and helped them up and patted them, or found in her pocket a bonbon (棒棒糖) or some other article of a soothing nature.
She never pushed them out of her way or alluded (暗指) to their years as a humiliation (耻辱) and a blot (污点) upon their small characters.
"If you are four you are four," she said severely to Lavinia on an occasion of her having-it must be confessed-slapped Lottie and called her "a brat;" "but you will be five next year, and six the year after that. And," opening large, convicting eyes, "it takes sixteen years to make you twenty."
"Dear me," said Lavinia, "how can we calculate (计算)!" In fact, it was not to be denied that sixteen and four made twenty-and twenty was an age the most daring were scarcely bold enough to dream of.
So the younger children adored Sara. More than once she had been known to have a tea party, made up of these despised (受轻视的) ones, in her own room.
And Emily had been played with, and Emily's own tea service used-the one with cups which held quite a lot of much-sweetened weak tea and had blue flowers on them.
No one had seen such a very real doll's tea set before. From that afternoon Sara was regarded as a goddess and a queen by the entire alphabet (入门) class.
Lottie Legh worshipped (崇拜) her to such an extent that if Sara had not been a motherly person, she would have found her tiresome (令人厌倦的).
Lottie had been sent to school by a rather flighty young papa who could not imagine what else to do with her.
Her young mother had died, and as the child had been treated like a favorite doll or a very spoiled pet monkey or lap dog ever since the first hour of her life, she was a very appalling (可怕的) little creature.
When she wanted anything or did not want anything she wept and howled; and, as she always wanted the things she could not have, and did not want the things that were best for her, her shrill (刺耳的) little voice was usually to be heard uplifted in wails (嚎啕) in one part of the house or another.{5}
Her strongest weapon was that in some mysterious way she had found out that a very small girl who had lost her mother was a person who ought to be pitied (可怜) and made much of.
She had probably heard some grown-up people talking her over in the early days, after her mother's death.
So it became her habit to make great use of this knowledge.
The first time Sara took her in charge was one morning when, on passing a sitting room, she heard both Miss Minchin and Miss Amelia trying to suppress the angry wails of some child who, evidently, refused to be silenced.
She refused so strenuously indeed that Miss Minchin was obliged to almost shout-in a stately and severe manner-to make herself heard.
"What is she crying for?" she almost yelled.
"Oh-oh-oh!" Sara heard; "I haven't got any mam-ma-a!"
"Oh, Lottie!" screamed Miss Amelia. "Do stop, darling! Don't cry! Please don't!"
"Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh!" Lottie howled tempestuously.
"Haven't-got-any-mam-ma-a!"
"She ought to be whipped (抽打)," Miss Minchin proclaimed. "You shall be whipped, you naughty child!"