Sweet dreams till sunbeams find you.

She was such a little girl that one did not expect to see

such a look on her small face.

It would have been an old look for a child of twelve, 

and Sara Crewe was only seven.

The fact was, however, that she was always dreaming

and thinking odd things

and could not herself remember any time 

when she had not herself remember any time 

when she had not been thinking about grown-up people

and the world they belonged to.

She felt as if she had lived a long,

long time.

excerpt from A Little Princess by Frances Hodgson Burnett

today I got to sleep in late, buy new flowers, find new note cards (which have been beautifully displayed above), and give myself a present (a new dress) all tied up in a pretty box and bow.