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,
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.