A Person Who Was Clever Ought To

She Wished She Could Talk As He Did. His Speech Was So Quick And Easy. It Sounded As If He Liked Her And Was Not The Least Afraid She Would Not Like Him, Though He Was Only A Common Moor Boy, In Patched Clothes And With A Funny Face And A Rough, Rusty-red Head.

At That Moment A Very Good Thing Was Happening To Her. Four Good Things Had Happened To Her, In Fact, Since She Came To Misselthwaite Manor. She Had Felt As If She Had Understood A Robin And That He Had Understood Her; She Had Run In The Wind Until Her Blood Had Grown Warm; She Had Been Healthily Hungry For The First Time In Her Life; And She Had Found Out What It Was To Be Sorry For Someone.

I Dare Say It Is Rather Hard To Be A Rat,” She Mused. “nobody Likes You. People Jump And Run Away And Scream Out: ‘oh, A Horrid Rat!’ I Shouldn’t Like People To Scream And Jump And Say: ‘oh, A Horrid Sara!’ The Moment They Saw Me, And Set Traps For Me, And Pretend They Were Dinner. It’s So Different To Be A Sparrow. But Nobody Asked This Rat If He Wanted To Be A Rat When He Was Made. Nobody Said: ‘wouldn’t You Rather Be A Sparrow?

All Women Are Princesses , It Is Our Right.

Her Affection For Everything She Could Love Increased.