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《小公主》主要描述了小主人公英国女孩萨拉·克鲁在其父亲去世前后的生活。父亲去世前，她生活条件优越。克鲁上尉把女儿送到一所贵族学校，学校校长蝎尽全力为萨拉提供一切。她成了学校的”，从内向外都散发着公主的气息。克鲁上尉去世后，势力的校长把她赶到小阁楼，还要她干各种各样的杂活。对于生活的变故，周围同学的冷眼以及各种折磨，萨拉都以乐观的心态面对。即便衣衫槛楼，但她内心却表现得像个公主。

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Sara 

A French

Lesson 

Ermengarde 

Lottie 

Becky

The Diamond

Mines

The Diamond

Mines Again 

In the Attic

Melchisedec 

The Indian

Gentleman 

Ram Dass 

The Other

Side of the Wall 

One of the

Populace 

What

Melchisedec Heard and Saw 

The Magic

/138

The Visitor

/161

“It Is the

Child!” /176

“I Tried Not

to Be” /183

Anne

/194

弗兰西斯·H·伯内特，1849年生于英国曼彻斯特市，1865年随全家移民美国田纳西州。伯内特的父亲早逝，家境贫寒，写作成了她抒发情感、逃避现实的管道，也由于她在小说创作方面有着出色的表现，18岁起她便开始在杂志上发表故事，赚取稿费贴补家用。她的本畅销书是28岁时出版的《劳瑞家的那闺女》(That Lass O’Lowries)，取材于幼年她在英国煤矿的生活。可是，真正让伯内特闻名于世的是她的儿童文学作品。1886年她发表了小说《小爵士》，这部小说写的是一个美国小男孩成为英国伯爵继承人的故事。“方特罗伊”从此成为英语词汇，指“过分盛装打扮的小孩”。这本书让伯内特成为当时畅销、富有的流行作家之一。此书和1905年发表的《小公主》都曾被改编成话剧。1939年，电影《秘密花园（小孤女）》和《小公主》由当时红极一时的童星秀兰·邓波儿(Sherley

Temper)主演。

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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 oddlooking 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

odd things and could not herself remember any time 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.

At

this moment she was remembering the voyage she had just made from Bombay with

her father, Captain Crewe. She was thinking of the big ship, of the Lascars

passing silently to and fro on it, of the children playing about on the hot

deck, and of some young officers’ wives who used to try to make her talk to

them and laugh at the things she said.

Principally,

she was thinking of what a queer thing it was that at one time one was in India

in the blazing sun, and then in the middle of the ocean, and then driving in a

strange vehicle through strange streets where the day was as dark as the night.

She found this so puzzling that she moved closer to her father.

“Papa,”

she said in a low, mysterious little voice which was almost a whisper, “papa.”

“What

is it, darling?” Captain Crewe answered, holding her closer and looking down

into her face. “What is Sara thinking of?”

“Is

this the place?” Sara whispered, cuddling still closer to him.

“Is

it, papa?”

“Yes,

little Sara, it is. We have reached it at last.” And though she was only seven

years old, she knew that he felt sad when he said it.

It

seemed to her many years since he had begun to prepare her mind for “the

place,” as she always called it. Her mother had died when she was born, so she

had never known or missed her. Her young, handsome, rich, petting father seemed

to be the only relation she had in the world. They had always played together and

been fond of each other. She only knew he was rich because she had heard people

say so when they thought she was not listening, and she had also heard them say

that when she grew up she would be rich, too. She did not know all that being

rich meant. She had always lived in a beautiful bungalow, and had been used to

seeing many servants who made salaams to her and called her “Missee Sahib,” and

gave her her own way in everything. She had had toys and pets and an ayah who

worshipped her, and she had gradually learned that people who were rich had

these things. That, however, was all she knew about it.

During

her short life only one thing had troubled her, and that thing was “the place”

she was to be taken to some day. The climate of India was very bad for

children, and as soon as possible they were sent away from it—generally to

England and to school. She had seen other children go away, and had heard their

fathers and mothers talk about the letters they received from them. She had

known that she would be obliged to go also, and though sometimes her father’s

stories of the voyage and the new country had attracted her, she had been

troubled by the thought that he could not stay with her.

“Couldn’t

you go to that place with me, papa?” she had asked when she was five years old.

“Couldn’t you go to school, too? I would help you with your lessons.”

“But

you will not have to stay for a very long time, little Sara,” he had always

said. “You will go to a nice house where there will be a lot of little girls,

and you will play together, and I will send you plenty of books, and you will

grow so fast that it will seem scarcely a year before you are big enough and

clever enough to come back and take care of papa.”

She

had liked to think of that. To keep the house for her father; to ride with him,

and sit at the head of his table when he had dinner parties; to talk to him and

read his books—that would be what she would like most in the world, and if one

must go away to “the place” in England to attain it, she must make up her mind to

go. 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.

“Well,

papa,” she said softly, “if we are here I suppose we must be resigned.”

He

laughed at her old-fashioned speech and kissed her. He was really not at all

resigned himself, though he knew he must keep that a secret. His quaint little

Sara had been a great companion to him, and he felt he should be a lonely

fellow when, on his return to India, he went into his bungalow knowing he need

not expect to see the small figure in its white frock come forward to meet him.

So he held her very closely in his arms as the cab rolled into the big, dull

square in which stood the house which was their destination.

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前言

I do not know whether many people realize

how much more than is ever written there really is in a story—how many parts of

it are never told—how much more really happened than there is in the book one

holds in one’s hand and pores over. Stories are something like letters. When a

letter is written, how often one remembers things omitted and says, “Ah, why

did I not tell them that?” In writing a book one relates all that one remembers

at the time, and if one told all that really happened perhaps the book would

never end. Between the lines of every story there is another story, and that is

one that is never heard and can only be guessed at by the people who are good

at guessing. The person who writes the story may never know all of it, but

sometimes he does and wishes he had the chance to begin again.

When I wrote the story of “Sara Crewe”

I guessed that a great deal more had happened at Miss Minchin’s than I had had

time to find out just then. I knew, of course, that there must have been

chapters full of things going on all[vi] the time; and when I began to make a

play out of the book and called it “A Little Princess,” I discovered three acts

full of things. What interested me most was that I found that there had been

girls at the school whose names I had not even known before. There was a little

girl whose name was Lottie, who was an amusing little person; there was a

hungry scullery-maid who was Sara’s

adoring friend; Ermengarde was

much more entertaining than

she had seemed at first; things happened in the garret

which

had

never been hinted at in the book; and a certain gentleman

whose name

was Melchisedec was an intimate friend of Sara’s

who should never have been left out of the story if he

had only

walked

into it in time. He and Becky and Lottie lived at Miss

Minchin’s, and I cannot understand why they did not

mention

themselves

to me at first. They were as real as Sara, and it was

careless of them not to come out of the story shadowland

and

say,

“Here I am—tell about me.” But they did not—which was

their fault and not mine. People who live in the story

one is

writing

ought to come forward at the beginning and tap the

writing person on the shoulder and say, “Hallo, what

about

me?”

If they don’t, no one can be blamed but themselves and

their slouching, idle ways.

After

the play of “A Little Princess” was produced in New York, and so many children

went to see it and liked Becky and Lottie and Melchisedec, my publishers

asked[vii] me if I could not write Sara’s story over again and put into it all

the things and people who had been left out before, and so I have done it; and

when I began I found there were actually pages and pages of things which had

happened that had never been put even into the play, so in this new “Little

Princess” I have put all I have been able to discover.

FRANCES

HODGSON BURNETT