"Once on a dark winter's day, when the yellow fog hung so thick and heavy in the streets of London that the lamps were lighted
and the shop windows blazed with gas as they do at night, an odd-looking little girl sat in a cab with her father and was driven rather slowly through the big thoroughfares.
She sat with her feet tucked under her, and leaned against her father, who held her in his arm, as she stared out of the window at the passing people with a queer old-fashioned thoughtfulness in her big eyes.
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 of odd things and could not herself remember anytime when she had not been thinking things about grown-up people and the world they belonged to.
She felt as if she had lived a long, long time...
She did not care very much for other little girls, but if she had plenty of books she could console herself.
She liked books more than anything else, and was, in fact, always inventing stories of beautiful things and telling them to herself.
Sometimes she had told them to her father, and he had liked them as much as she did..."
~A Little Princess by Frances Hodgson Burnett
~Photos from weheartit.com
Hello lovelies. I hope you are having a great weekend thus far. I have gotten an award from the adorable The Tea Drinking English Rose. I always feel like I'm entering a fairy tale whenever I go there. It's also an extra special award because she made it herself.
I will pass this precious gem on to Daydream Lily, Darjeeling Dreams, Gluda Finds Lulu, Much Love, Thumbelina, Sammi-Lise, and Betsey.
Also, I have found the most lovely illustrations ever by Hanna Muller. Here are just a few I am particularly fond of. To see more, go to her website.
I think the first one with the girl and the bow in her hair holding the coffee is my favorite. Which one is yours?
