The winter in the attic was bitterly cold and deeply lonely for Sara.
She had only one thin blanket and a candle to light the dark room.
Miss Minchin gave her too much work and showed her no kindness at all.
The students who once admired her most now looked straight past her.
But every night before sleeping Sara spoke quietly to herself in the dark.
She reminded herself that her father had always called her his princess.
A crown cannot be seen and a palace is just a building made of stone.
True royalty lives in the heart and cannot be taken away by poverty.
Whatever comes — if I am a princess in rags, I am still a princess.