A Little Princess
‘Why,’ she said, ‘we are just the same – I am only a little girl like you. It’s just an accident that I am not you, and you are not me!’
If Nature has made you for a giver, your hands are born open, and so is your heart; and though there may be times when your hands are empty, your heart is always full, and you can give things out of that – warm things, kind things, sweet things – help and comfort and laughter – and sometimes gay, kind laughter is the best help of all.
There’s nothing so strong as rage, except what makes you hold it in – that’s stronger.
‘Whatever comes,’ she said, ‘cannot alter one thing. If I am a princess in rags and tatters, I can be a princess inside. It would be easy to be a princess if I were dressed in cloth of gold, but it is a great deal more of a triumph to be one all the time when no one knows it.’
‘I don’t know who it is,’ she said, ‘but somebody cares for me a little. I have a friend.’