Why are they sending so many\nsoldiers daddy, if it is only going to\nbe a little war.
Make those southern boys take us\nseriously this time, my darlilng.
When they realize how much we\nwant to put a stop to their\nnonsense, they'll quiet down.
They'd better. Anyhow, when you\nget there, you'll stop them won't you daddy?
I'll do my best dear.
We will miss you so.
I'll be back and we'll be together\nagain before you can say knife.
I can say knife a good many times\nin a year.
At school, you'll have charming little\ngirls to play with.....
....books to read, a pony to ride and\nafter all there will be Emily you know.
Yes, there will be Emily. And she does look\nas though she'd be an understanding friend,\ndon't you think daddy?
With that intelletual look, I'm sure of it.
- Not a very cheeful looking school, is it daddy?\n- I'm afraid nothing would seem\nvery cheerful to us at the moment.
Well, maybe it will be better on the inside.
- Of course it will. I'm sorry sir.\n- All right, get it out.
- The very idea of delivering a thing\nlike this to the front door.\n- Oh look daddy, my pony.
Your employer will answer to this.\nNow take him away. Yes, far away!
- Oh no daddy.\n- Oh, I say. Just a moment.
- You are Miss Minchin?\n- I am.
I'm Captain Crew.
- I'm afraid of caused you no end to inconvenience.\n- You most certainly have, Captain Crew.
- May I step inside and explain?\n- Come in.
- Wait here, I'm returning.\n- Very well Captain.
-I'm terribly sorry. I had no intention\nof having the pony delivered inside your house.\n- There are a number of things besides the pony.
Parcels have been arriving here\ncollect for your daughter for hours.\nFollow me please.
Apparently you are not aware,\nCaptain Crew, that I conduct one of\nthe most exclusive schools in London.
Yes, yes, I understood. That is\nprecisely the reason why I brought\nmy daughter to you.
- I would not have gathered that, by\nyour actions.\n- Really now, I'm not entirely to blame.
You see Sara and I, only just\narrived from India. Sara has lived\nthere practically all her life.
We no more than got here, when I learned\nthat my regiment was to leave at once for\nSouth Africa, so we had to act in a hurry.
But I wrote you and explained that l\ndo not take young ladies without an\ninterview and impecable references.
I wrote you also, that at the\nmoment, I have no vacant room.
- Well in that case daddy, we may\nas well move on.\n- This is a bit awkward.
You see, your letter never reached me and\nI'm afraid it never occured to me that any\nschool wouldn't welcome my little Sara.
If it is a question of my social\nstanding, my father was Sir George\nCrew. You've heard of him, perhaps?
And the best financial references l\ncan give you would be the director\nof the South African Holding Syndicate.
I'm the principal stockholder in the\nsyndicate.
My brother, Captain Crew, a\nprofessor of dramatics.
- How do you do?\n- Charmed, I'm sure.
- I say, isn't the Eclipse Diamond\nmines one of your holdings?\n- One of the most important.
I'm sorry to appear casual Miss Minchin,\nbut the siutation is quite distressing. I sail\nin an hour to the east Indian docks.
- I expect you'll just have to take me to Africa\nwith you daddy. - Well, well and what would\na little girl like you do in Africa?
Forgive me Captain Crew. I'm afraid I've\nbeen over zealous. The reputation of my\nschool you know. One has to be so cautious.
But after this interview, I can see at\na glance, she's a dear little child.
- It'll be a pleasure to have her with us.\n- Does that mean I've got to stay?
Yes dear. You are to have that\nprivilege. You and your little pony.
- What a dear little pony.\n- This is made out to the school.\n- Is it enough for the moment.
- Oh quite.\n- I should say it would. Why it's stupendous.
- I beg your pardon, but haven't I\nseen you somewhere before?\n- Quite possible my dear Captain.
Your face is most familiar. Were\nyou ever on the stage? I seem to\nassociate you with one of the old music halls.
- Musicals? My brother on the stage? Ridiculous.\n- Ridiculous indeed, you're quite right.
And now, shall we look at little\nSara's room?
Just a moment Miss Rose. This is\nMiss Rose, one of my most capable teachers.
Captain Crew has done us the\nhonor of placing his little daughter\nSara with us.
How do you do Miss Rose? How do you do\nCaptain Crew? We shall do everything\nwe can to make your little girl happy.
Children, we have a new pupil.\nSara Crew. Say how do you do to her.
-How do you do?\n- I'm very well, thank you.
Lavina, Jesse, that will do. You\nmay proceed Miss Rose.
- She's just like a little princess, isn't she?\n- That's what she is, a princess.
I expect now, some people around\nhere won't think they're so smart.
Oh won't they? Wait and see!\nPrincess indeed!
Fortunately, the room has just been papered\nand the fireplace has an excellent draft.
- But I thought you didn't have any rooms?\n- I didn't know then what a dear little\ngirl was coming.
Why does that make more rooms daddy?
Lady Bengiglis daughter has only\nrecently vacated the room. Our\nbest suite of course.
Do you think you could brighten it\nup a bit? I'd like it made as gay as possible.
brought a few things from India.\nPerhaps you could buy whatever\nelse is necessary.
With pleasure Captain Crew.
- I'd like Sara to ride every\nafternoon, if that is all right. Of course.\n- Fortunately we have a splendid riding master.
I expect you think I am completely\nspoiling the child. No doubt you're\nright, but actually it's good for her.
She's much too inclined to bury her\ncute little nose in a book and keep it\nthere until someone lures her out of it.
You see Miss Minchin. Sara has no\nmother and we've never been\nseparated for more than a few days.
- How touching.\n- This is going to be very hard for her.
Have no fear Captain Crew. I'm a\nmother to all my little girls.
And now, I'll leave you to your farewells.
- How much longer have we got, daddy?\n- Only a few minutes, darling.
-You know me by heart little Sara.\n- No daddy, I know you by heart.
You're inside my heart.
We're going to be brave, aren't we?
I'll tell you what. Let's pretend we're\nback in India.
And I'm going away with the troop\nfor a few days. Shall we?
We've fought this kind of battle\nbefore, haven't we? And you never\ncried once when I went away.
- Remember?\n- Yes daddy.
But this is going to be our hardest\nbattle.
- But we'll be good soldiers, won't we?\n- Yes daddy.
- Shall we say good-bye, like we\nused to at home?\n- Yes daddy.
All right then. Chin up, go to the\nwindow and look out.
Say it as we used to.
My daddy has to go away, but he'll\nreturn most any day.
Any moment, I may see, my daddy\ncoming back to me.
My daddy has to go away, but he'll\nreturn most any day.
I can't do it this time. I can't do it.
- You're crying too.\n- I'm afraid that we aren't quite the\ngood soldiers as we thought.
Oh yes we are.
I can do it now.
My daddy has to go away, but he'll\nreturn most any day.
Any moment I may see, my daddy\ncoming back to me.
I will do it! I will! I'll pretend this is\npart of a war.
You be the enemy and you'll be my\ntrusty lance. Now ready, aim, fi re.
I guess we'll have to call in the\nreserves.
-Good-morning.\n- Misses speaks Hindu?
I've lived in India all my life.
Misses is going to live in England now?
- Until my father gets through with\nmaking the boars behave.\n- Your father is a soldier?
Yes, my father is a captain. Captain\nCrew. I'm Sara. What is your name?
I am Ram Dass. Servant to the\nHonorable Lord Wickham and Lady Surani.
Ram Dass!
Why are you doddling here? Finish\nwith that bird and get on with your work.
Good-morning.
How do you do?
I'm up here at the window almost\nevery morning, in case you want to\ntalk about India.
Good-morning Sara. Oh, good-\nmorning. Are you ready for\nbreakfast my dear?
Well, I'm trying to be, but I don't\nseem to be very good at these\nbuttons. My thumb get lost in the holes.
Here, let me help you. Buttons are\na bother, aren't they?
I've never had to button things\nbefore, but I'll learn.
Here, put your shoe up. Come in.
- Good-morning Becky.\n- Good-morning.
- Has the young lady any boots to be done?\n- Well, only the pair I wore\nyesterday, I'll get them.
I'll get them Miss. Oh I beg your\npardon Miss!
- Are you hurt?\n- No Miss you mustn't be helping me Miss.
- Just hold out your arms and I'll pile them on.\n- Oh no Miss. If Miss Minchin was to see.....
- Think you can hold two more?\n- Yes Miss.
There. There we are. Are you all right?
-You take care of all those?\n- And she does them beautifully.
- I thank you Miss.\n- Thank-you for doing my shoes.
- Oh, I'm sorry.\n- That's all right.
Good-bye Becky. Good-bye.
Well, perhaps this isn't going to be\nsuch a bad school after all. With\nyou and Becky here.
Oh, we'll have to hurry dear. Miss\nMinchin doesn't like anyone to be late.
Tell me Miss Rose. Do you think\nMiss Minchin could be as cross as she looks?
- What will I have to do today?\n- Well, after breakfast, you'll have a\nclass of arithmatic.
Then English, then french, history\nand geography.
I'm going to be a busy person,\naren't I? When do I get to ride my pony?
Later this afternoon. About 4 o'clock.
Children, our new pupil, Sara Crew\nwill be down shortly.
As you've seen, Captain Crew is a\nvery delightful man and their family\nis most distinguished.
I should expect you to treat her accordingly.\nNow you may take your places.
- Good-morning.\n- Ah, good-morning Sara.
- I'm so happy you feel like joining\nus this morning. Did you sleep well?\n- No I didn't, thank-you.
Lavina, you and Jesse will move\ndown one place.
-Sara will be seated at my right after this.\n- Why Miss Minchin, this has\nalways been my place.
For this food, and all thy bountiful\ngifts bestowed upon us, we are duly\ngrateful and do now give thanks.
- Why are you putting salt on your plate my dear.\n- Just in case you plan on asking\nme to have one of your eggs.
- Mr. Geoffrey. Shall I saddle the pony for\nthe wee lassie? - I think not Sandy. We'd best\nuse the mare for her first few lessons.
What luck. The old girl allowed you\nto come out.
Sara, this is Mr. Geoffrey Hamilton.\nMiss Crew is our new pupil.
- How do you do?\n- How do you do?
I believe I am to teach you to ride.\nAnd that means two bob extra to me.
- Is two bob a great deal of money?\n- Values are comparative.
-In my present state, it's a fortune.\n- Well, in that case, I guess I'd\nbetter be taught.
- Is my pony ready?\n-I think we'd best start you off on\nsomething a little tamer.
Then hadn't I better explain things\nto my pony. He might feel hurt.
Right you are. Ponies are very sensitive creatures.\nExplain the whole thing to him, thoroughly.\nHe's right there by the arch.
- It may take me some time. That's all right.\n- We'll wait right here in the tac room.
Hello General.
Are you glad to see me?
Well if Mr. Geoffrey is going to give\nme something tamer than you, I'm\nafraid it's not going to be much of a ride.
- Rose something's wrong. What is it?\n- Miss Minchin is taking away my\nThursday afternoons.
- But why?\n- We must have been seen together.
- Well does that mean that I can never see you\nalone again? Of course not darling. - No matter\nwhat Miss Minchin says, we'll find a way.
I can't understand the woman.What\nis she afraid of? Why shouldn't we\nsee one another.
Gossip I suppose. She only lives\nfor that school the variety of the\npropriety of the snobbisheness.
Fiddlesticks. She's afraid of losing an excellent\nteacher whom she gets for nothing. I won't\nstand for it. I will have a talk with her myself.
No darling you mustn't do that.\nShe'd only discharge us both.
She may not have the chance if\nthings continue to pop in South Africa.
- You mean you might go?\n- Wouldn't you want me to if they\ncall for volunteers?
Of course darling you'd have to.
There is nothing to worry about\nnow. This poor rumpous will never\nget that serious.
I expect I'll have to make my visit a\nlittle longer.
- Oh Mr. Brady is there one this\nmorning for the little princess?\n- We'll see my child we shall see.
Of she don't hear from her father\nevery so often her eyes get that sad\nit hurts me to look in them.
-Have no fear little one.\n- There is a letter for her this time.\nOh i'm so glad sir.
-A letter?\n- It's from my daddy.
-Oh how nice.\n- But it isn't.
- It's very bad news. Really?\n-What's the matter dear?
He says the boys are not behaving\nas expeted. And he may not get\nhere in time for my birthday.
But that's months old. So many\nthings may happen before then.He\ncan still come.
I'm writing Miss Minchin to give you\nar bithday party such as I should\ngive you if I were there.
You are to go on a regular spree.\nBuy anything and everthing your\nheart desires.
Now last and most important of all\nmy darling....
...I want you to pause at exactly 2\no'clock on your birthday..
..close your eyes and send me a kiss.
For my eyes also will also be closed\nand I'll be giving you a kiss too.
Isn't he the most wonderful man in\nall the world?
- With one exception...\n- Well Mr. Geoffrey is very nice.
What's that?
- Who are they Miss Rose?\n- They are volunteers.
- Are they going to South Africa too?\n- Yes dear, they're going to relieve\nour poor soldiers in Maefking.
- Is there something the matter with\nour soldiers in Mafeking?\n- The boars have them all cut off.
We were unable to break through\ntheir lines and ger help to them.
They're sick and hungry dear and\ndesprate. They're holding out like\ntrue British soldiers.
Miss Rose my daddy's at Mafeking.
Oh darling I'm so sorry. I didn't know.
Darling you mustn't cry. I'm sure\nhe'll be all right.
- Good afternoon Mr. Geoffery.\n- Good afternoon Madris. Is Miss\nSarah ready for her ride?
She'll be down presently. Thanks.
Oh, are we all ready?
The two most beautiful ladies in the\nworld. Why aren't you in your riding things?
- Oh i can't go today. Ermegard\nneeds extra tutoring today.\n-Oh will it take all afternoon?
I'm afraid so.
- I have to stay with her until she\ncan spell Constantiniopel.\n- Heavens that may take months.
You leave that to me.
Shall we go? Have you been\ncrying?
- But you have, there are still tears\nin your eyes.\n- It's just this London fog.
Oh well if that's all, lets be off shall we?
-Mr. Geoffrey. Would you mind very\nmuch if we didn't ride today?\n- Not at all dear. But may I ask why not?
I'd like to talk to you.
It's about Mafeking.Are the soldiers\nreally starving, sickand cut off from everything?
- You see my father's there so I've\ngot to know.\n- Oh it's not as bad as all that.
They may not be having an easy time of that,\nbut they're holding out. We're sending in\nfresh troops everyday you know?
- Why they'll be leaving Mafeking in no time\nat all. - It's getting harder everyday to\npretend my father is safe.
Don't you worry. See here, I'll let\nyou in on at litle secret.
I enlisted today and while I don't\nMiss Rose to know quite yet, I'll be\ngoing over there quite shortly myself.
- To Mafeking? Well then perhaps\nyou can help my father.\n- We'll get him out.
What the blazes are you doing\nhere? Answer me! What are you doing here?
- Don't be frightened Sara, it's only my grandfather.\n- Don't you believe him young\nwoman. I disowned him the day he was born.
- We're really very fond of each\nother. Of course we are.\n- What?! We are nothing of the kind.
- As a favor to me, will you please\nstop shouting at my best paying pupil.\n- Pupil? Paying? What are you talking about?
I am master of the horse in this\nexclusive seminary of the young ladies.
You take advantage of my absence\nto become a riding master? And\nnext door to me own house?
- Where's your family pride boy?\n-Well sir, one must eat, and family\npride is a pretty thin diet.
- Oh, blackmail eh? You'll think I'll buy you off?\n- I hadn't thought of that, but it's not a bad idea.
I'll see you hang drawn and quartered for that.\nWait till I see the woman who runs this school.\nI'll put a spoke in your wheel.
Do! She loved to know that my\ngrandfather is Lord Wickham. She\nprobably raise my salary
- Miss Sara, Lord Wickham is coming.\n- Then I'm going.
Insolent young pup! Just like his\nfather. Riding master! Bah!
- Maybe you're fond of him, but I don't think\nhe's very fond of you. - Oh he's harmless.\nHis bark is worse than his bite.
I should hope so. Why is he so mad at you?
Oh he isn't really. He was angry\nwith my father. I'm mixed up in their quarrel.
What he really wants if for me to\ncome begging to him for help. He'd\nbe eating out of my hand if I would.
I don't think I'd care for him eating\nout of my hand.
- How would you like to have me\neating out of your hand?\n- You? Oh, that would be different.
Well I shall, if you do me a favor.\nA very important one. Oh, could I?
I've got an idea that you are the\nonly one in the world who could.
I want you to get Miss Rose to go\nshopping with you next Wednesday.\nShopping?
Well, shopping is as good an\nexcuse for Miss Minchin.
Really? To Miss Rose?
And she said she would? Oh, that's\nwonderful!
- No, not a soul. Not even Emily.\n- Good girl! Now we've got to go.
- I must do some prelimanary shopping.\n- You don't have to tell me what for.\nSomething gold and shiny.
Right you are!
Come in.
- Come in.\n- Miss Minchin, I wanted to ask you something.
- Oh, it's you. What do you want dear?\n- I'm going to ask you a big favor. Yes?
Mr. Geoffrey leaving today for the\nwar, he's been so very nice to me...
...I thought I ought to fill my social\nobligations by doing something nice\nfor him. That's what you teach us, isn't it?
When someone shows you a\nkindness, you show them one in return.
Well doing something for Mr.\nGeoffrey, scarcely comes under the\nrules of social obligations.
- But what is it that you want to do for him?\n- May I have him for tea?
- Here? At the school?\n- Oh couldn't I please? Since he's\ngoing away to war.
Well I suppose it would be for him, since he\nwas one of the teachers. You need not mention\nthis to the other young ladies, however.
No Miss Minchin. Thank-you Miss\nMinchin. Oh Thank-you Miss Minchin!
- We must eat something after all\nthe trouble little Sara has gone to.\n- I think she'll understand.
- You've forgotten your ring.\n- No I haven't....see?
I'm always afraid I'll forget and wear it in front\nof Miss Minchin. I did yesterday and\nfortunately for us, she didn't see it.
- Oh I'd love to tell the old girl.\n-Can't do that yet darling. I know.
- Are you sorry you married me?\n- As if you didn't know.
I only wanted you to tell me again.\nOh, my darling....
I'll be living this last week over\nevery moment I'm away from you.
We won't be separated, will we?\nBecause I'll be living it over too.
- I thought you were having Mr.\nHamiliton to tea?\n- I am, I mean I was but.....
- Who's in that room?\n- Oh please don't go in there Miss Minchin.
- Miss Minchin, Miss Rose and I.....\n- We were saying good-bye Miss Minchin.
- How dare you risk the reputation of my school\nin this manner. - Nothing has happened to\ndamage your precious school's reputation.
-As a matter of fact Miss Rose and I.....\n- Geoffrey! For my sake.
- Oh please Miss Minchin, it was all\nmy fault. -Silence!
Since you are here to merely say\ngood-bye, please do so, now.
Good-bye Geoffrey.
- Good-bye Mr. Geoffrey.\n- Good-bye dear.
-Sara, I shall expect an explanation of this.\n- Yes Miss Minchin.
As soon as I can think of one.
- They've been cornered like rats for 7 months.\n- I say send more troops to\nMafeking if it takes every man in England.
- I'm with you.\n- No! Nooooooooo!
Oh my boy, my boy, my boooooy....
They killed my boy.
I know soldiers are suppose to\nstand a lot and my daddy is a good soldier.
But they've waited so long for help.\nPlease do something about\nMafeking right away.
Or they'll all be lost and my daddy\nwon't come back.
Mafeking is set free. Mafeking is\nset free.
Oh thank-you for being so quick\nabout it this time.
Get up, get up! Mafeking is set free.
Wake up everybody! Mafeking is\nset free.
- Oh Mr. Bertie! Did you hear?\nMafeking is set free!\n- Yes darling, isn't it great news.
Oh Miss Rose, they're saved. My\ndaddy and Mr. Geoffrey are saved.
- What's wrong? Nothing is wrong.\n- Nothing, nothing, nothing!\nMafeking is set free.
Oh Miss Minchin, isn't it wonderful?\nCan you hear the cheering?
- Oh Sara, I'm so glad for you.\n- He's saved Becky! My daddy is saved!
Children, children! Attention please!
It is a happy circumstance that Sara's birthday\nshould fall on a day that we are celebrating\na glorious victory for Her Majesty's Army.
Now Sara. Will you explain to the\nchildren about your wishes for your birthday?
I'm very happy to have you here\nand I thought I would like to give\npresents today. Not just receive them.
I want to show how grateful I am my\nfather has been rescued. Quiet\nchildren, quiet.
- Can we do the presents now?\n- Yes, but your gift first Sara.
-This is for you. Oh thank-you Miss Minchin.\n- Now all I need is to know how to sew.
And this from the entire school.\nHere are pictures of your native India.
Oh thank-you ever and ever so much. I\nshouldn't have to pretend nearly so hard\nwhen I want to make believe I'm there.
-And now, would you like them to have\ntheir presents. - Yes, if you please.\nAnd your names are all on them.
Here you are Miss Rose. Oh, how nice.\nNow would you help with the other presents?
- Here you are Miss Rose. Oh, how nice.\nNow would you help with the other presents?\n- Oh how thoughtful Sara.
From one old trooper to another.\nMe in younger and happier days.\nI was better known as Bobbling Bertie.
- Thank-you. We'd better keep this\npresent a secret.\n- Mums the word.
-Here this is from me. I hope you like it.\n-It's just what I wanted.
Mums the word you know.
Here's my present Miss. Many\nHappy Returns.
- Oh thank-you Becky.\n- The material isn't new.
-Why you dear Becky, you made it all yourself.\n- Yes Miss. I made it at nights.
I knew you could pretend, I said,\nwith diamond pins stuck in.
- It's beautiful Becky, I shall love it.\nOh will you Miss?\n- The material isn't all new.
- And this isn't so very new either.\n- It's my present to you.
- Yes Becky, with my love.\n- What is it Miss?
It's a scarab from Egypt. My daddy\ngave it to me, because it brings good luck.
I'd rather you had it, than anyone\nelse I know.
- Oh my Miss. I think I'm going to faint.\n- Oh no Becky! Not now.
I have lots more presents for you.\nTwo in my room.
-I don't know what to say Miss.\n- You're sweet Becky.
Yes, yes, very nice.
- eg your pardon Miss. Yes? Mr. Barrow of\nBarrow and Skippo is here to see you.\n- Today? I didn't send for him.
He seems very much upset about\nsomething. He's waiting in your office.
-Miss Rose.\n- The scarf is beautiful.
Miss Rose, remember to be sure\nand tell me when it's almost 2 o'clock.
You know, I have a very special\nappointment with my daddy. He's\ngoing to be thinking of me at exactly 2.
- I'll watch the time. Thank-you Miss Rose.\n- Oh Sara! Thank-you for the\nhandkerchiefs, they're lovely.
- Don't you think it's time to cut the cake?\n-Oh yes, the cake!
- Please be seated Mr. Barrow.\n- How much did you advance for\nthis party? Quite a sum, I suspect.
What does it matter. Captain Crew\nis a very wealthy man. His check\nwill be here shortly.
- No Miss Minchin. There'll be no check.\n- What? What do you mean by that?
The late Captain Crew..... The\n"late" Captain Crew?!
Captain Crew is dead. He was so\nreported in the list this morning.\nMoreover, he died bankrupt
-Bankrupt?! But his property, his mines.\n- His property and mines were\nconfiscated by the enemy.
You mean to tell me that that child\nis penniless? That she's left on my\nhands with nothing?
She's certainly left penniless and\nshe's certainly left on your hands.
- She hasn't a relative in the world that we know of.\n- But her father's account is overdrawn.
I was expecting a check, and\nadvanced the money for this party.\nSo I understand.
Now you have to make a wish and\nblow out all the candles with one breath.
My wish is that my father will come\nback real soon.
Now take a big breath.
I haven't got very good lungs, have I?
-I'll turn her out on the streets\n-Do you think that's wise Miss\nMinchin. The reputation of your school.
My school?
Well the report might get about and\nit might not sound well to the\nparents of your other pupils.
Yes, that is so.
Of course, the child can be made to\nserve in your employ, until her\nindebtedness is worked out.
- But that will take years.\n- Quite so, but at least it is better\nthan nothing.
Hurry children, your ice-cream is melting.
- Tara, it's almost 2 o'clock darling.\n- Thank-you Miss Rose.
Oh daddy, I'm thinking of you.
And I know, wherever you are,\nyou're thinking of me too.
Oh Miss Rose. I felt him with me,\nI really did!
Miss Minchin wants you dear. Oh,\nall right.
- Children, you will leave your gifts here.\n- Why? Where are they going?
-Why can't they take the presents with them?\n- Because they are not yours to give.
- But I don't understand.\n- You will later. Go to your room now.
- But Miss Minchin.\n- Sara, go to your room.
All of you.
Now will you tell her what it's all about? What\nhas happened Miss Minchin? Whatever it is,\nyou may want to let her off a bit easier.
Silence! Captain Crew is dead. His\nname appeared on the list today.
He left the child a pauper. Oh Miss\nMinchin. You had better tell her.
- Oh, I couldn't do that.\n- You will do as you are told.
Oh Miss Rose. What's wrong?\nWhy did Miss Minchin stop the party?
Sara, I want to talk to you dear.
- Oh darling........\n-Oh Miss Rose! What is it?
Sara, you're a soldier's daughter.....
.....and you know that means being\nbrave and courageous, don't you?\nNo matter what happens.
- Oh Miss Rose! Is it something awful?\n- Your father.....
But my father is all right. Mafeking\nis set free. You heard them say so.
Help didn't get there soon enough\ndear, for him. His name appeared\non the list this morning.
- You mean with the wounded?\n- No dear.
My daddy is...
Oh Sara, I'm so sorry.
It can't be! It isn't true! I won't\nbelieve it! He isn't dead! He isn't!
- Have you?\n- Yes.
You may go.
Come with me.
This is to be your room in the future.
I shall have to sell your furnishings\nand clothes, to pay part of the debt\nyour father owes.
Ordinarily, you would go to a\ncharitable institution, but I'm going\nto let you remain here.
There will be duties for you to\nperform, of course.
I hope you appreciate my kindness\nin not sending you away.
I was unable to fi nd a black dress\namong your things, but one of the\ngirls has given you this.
You'd better take off that party frock\nand put this on.
I'll send up some shoes.
I don't believe it. I don't, I don't!
My daddy has to go away. But he'll\nreturn most any day.
Any moment I may see, my daddy\ncoming back to me.
And Miss Minchin is going to sell all\nher things.
- It was beastly having to give back\nall our presents.\n- How do you feel now about your little Princess?
- Oh Miss. Is there anything I can\ndo?\n- No Becky, but thank-you.
Sara, I'm sorry.
Sara, from now on, you are not to\nsit with us. Return to your room\nand smooth down those curls.
And then go to the kitchen. Run\nalong now.
Lavina, you may take your old\nplace, beside me.
- Mrs. O'Connel.\n- Oh, so the Misses has sent you\ndown to me, has she?
- Miss Minchin said that I am to have my\nbreakfast here. - You'll do more than eat\nyour breakfast if you work for that one.
- I should be glad to help.\n- You will eh?
Look at you! Look what you're\ndoing! For that you'll get no breakfast.
Min, you'd better make some more\ntoast for the Misses. Right.
Here's your breakfast. Take it over\nthere. We don't associate with royality.
- Let me wait on you Miss. No you don't.\n- She can wait on herself. You can\nsit there and watch her eat.
Perhaps that will teach you a leson.
Please Mrs. O'Connel. May I give\nmy breakfast to Becky? I'm not that\nhungry this morning.
Give it to the cat if you like. Then\nget to work and wash them dishes.
No Miss, I don't want it.
The mail just came.
My darling girl. I have been half\nmad trying to find a way out of you\nsince your letter reached me.
But it has come! My grandfather\nhas relented.
I pray him, that this money and my\nlove will help you bear what lies\nahead. Geoffrey.
- You say this girl's a teacher at your school?\n- She was, until I discharged her today.
We're not likely to hear from her again.
And I was prepared to turn over a\nhandsome sum to that boy when he\ngot back.
I even made an ass of myself and\nsent him a check.
Then I was right to withhold this.\nHe made it over to her.
- You're not very fond of the girl, are you?\n- Hardly, under the circumstances.
- Are you sure the girl has no\nlegitimate claims on him?\n- I brought her up from a fondling.
Is it likely, she would not have\nconsulted me if their love had been respectable.
Ram Dass!
Yes sir? In future if any letters or\ncables come from Mr. Geoffrey,\nthey're to be returned, unopened.
As you wish sahib.
Come in Becky.
I'm glad you weren't asleep Miss.\nIt's one of the lonely nights.
I wonder where Miss Rose is?\nI shall miss her terribly.
- We're all alone in the world now, aren't we Miss?\n- No, no, we're not alone. There is\nmy father you know.
-Your father? But cook said he......\n- You mustn't say that. It isn't true.\nHe's not dead.
He sick or wounded somewhere, or\nhe'd send for me. But he's not dead.
- How do you know Miss?\n- Something inside tells me so.
And sometimes I hear him calling for me.
All alone Miss.
- Buford! You're smoking!\n- As you see.
- Today my good woman, the British\narmy is behind me.\n- That uniform? You're not going to war.
Quite! To the very cannon's mouth,\nif need be. But why? Because old\ngirl. I've had it to the teeth with your bulling.
And your treatment of Rose and little\nSara is the last straw. I prefer the\nless painful horrors of the battlefield.
- Are you daring to critize me?\n- Astonishing, isn't it?
But it proves that I am competent to\nlead my men, into the very jaws of death.
- After this, you may never expect\nhelp from me again.\n- I am quite calm.
For if the blood-thirsty boar spares\nme, the foot-knights will see\nBubbling Bertie once again.
-Buford, you wouldn't do that to\nme? Oh wouldn't I?\n- Well, ta-ta old girl.
If you please sir? What is it lassie?\nWere you at the seige of Mafeking?
- Aye, that's where I stopped the\nbullet that stopped me.\n- Then did you know my father?
- Your father? What might his name be lassie?\n- Captain I Crew.
-Was your father a Captain?\n- Yes. They say he is dead, but I\nknow it can't be.
- I've asked so many soldiers about\nhim. I hope you can tell me.\n- No lassie, I'm sorry, I can't.
-Why don't you ask in the hospital there?\n- Maybe they'll have some record of\nhim. Thank-you sir, I will!
- If you please sir.\n- Well the little Princess as I live.
Why Mr. Bertie, I thought you'd\ngone to war
No, Lord Roberts wanted me to of\ncourse. But he said: "Bertie old\nboy, the wounded need you."
So you stay here and cheer up the\nbrave lads who have fallen in our\ndust corps."
So I'm practically in command of\nthis hospital.
- Oh Mr. Bertie. Can my father be in there?\n- Your father Princess?
Yes, you see I know he isn't dead.\nI've been looking and looking.
He could be among the wounded,\ncouldn't he? Yes..... I'm almost\nsure he is, somewhere.
If you're in charge, could I please\nlook for him in there? Well ah.....\nPleeeeeease.
Yes, yes of course you may. Things\nlike that can happen you know.
- Mr. Bertie, why did you join the command here?\n- Well disipline in the hospital is rather lax.
I say Major. They're waiting for you\nin ward B. There is a lot of trash up there.
- Very good. I'll get one of my men\nto attend to it.\n- Get one of your what??
Well then 2 of my men, carry on!
Portor! Sir?
- What's this child doing here before visiting hours?\n- Well you see... Well, well, well. If you please sir.\nThe Major is helping me find my father.
- The Major?\n- For her sir. You see, we're old friends sir.
I knew her father, Captin Crew was\nreported killed at Mafeking.
The child is sure there is some\nmistake, so I'm helping her search\namong the wounded.
- Could you tell me anything about\nmy father sir?\n- Sorry my dear, I can't.
- Carry on, Major!\n- Yes, sir. Thank-you sir.
This little girl's father has been\nkilled, but she insists he's alive so\nI'm letting her look around.
We'll try another ward.
- There's old Bertie.\n- Give us a song mate.
Attention men! Attention! Official\ninspection.
He isn't here either. But someone\nmight know about him.
- If you please sir. Were you at the seige\nof Mafeking? - I was that darling.\nIt's there I got bit by a bug.
It was no bigger than the seed of a\nthistle and it laid me low. Ah, the\nbugs down there are worse than the bullets.
- Perhaps you didn't know my father?\n- Afraid I wouldn't have known me\nown father, with the fever that was on me.
- Thank-you sir.\n- It's all right darling.
- If you please sir. Were you with the\ntroops at Mafeking? -Yes, yes of course\nI was. That's where I ran away.
- Then did you know my father,\nCaptain Crew?\n- Yes, yes of course.
- That's a fine looking officer, isn't he?\nHe ought to do well. - Well when did\nyou see my father last? Where is he now?
Where is who? My father. Oh, one\nsoldier more or less, doesn't make\nany difference you know.
I'm making thousands and\nthousands for England. Fine strong\nfellows, who won't be afraid like I was.
I was afraid of the noise. That's\nwhy I ran away you know?
- He says he knows my father, but he won't tell.\n- He's been living in a dream Sara,\nhe doesn't know what he's saying.
Don't go yet lad. Give us a song!
- How about it dear? Shall we sing\nthem a song to cheer them up?\n- Our old speciality. Not today Mr. Bertie.
- Oh come on darling. Let's try and forget our\nown troubles and do something for these lads,\nshall we? - All right, I'll try.
- What about "The Old Kent Road"?\nYeah, that's the one. Mackie will play for you.\n- I'd be delighted Mac.
- Mr. Bertie, will it be all right if I come again\ntomorrow? - I shouldn't run away too often\nPrincess. You might get punished you know.
- I'll keep a sharp look-out for\nwhenever the wounded come in.\n-You don't really believe he come, do you?
Yes, yes, of course I do. I told you\nmissing men often turn up.
Then I'd better come. You might\nnot know him, if he's very much changed.
- All right dear. You come.\n- Good-bye Mr. Bertie. Good-bye dear.
Are you hungry.
Poor little things. There won't be\nany worms for you this morning.
Good-morning little misses sahib.\nGood morning Ras Dass. Feeding\nyour little friends?
-Yes, but I couldn't feed them very\nmuch from my supper last night.\n- It is difficult for them when the snow comes.
Rani, Rani!
You look as though you are being\nnaughty and enjoying it.
- Her she is, on the bookshelf.\n- Bookshelf?
Oh I forgot. I pretend it's a bookshelf\nand fill them with beautiful books.
Well I'd better remove her, before\nshe ruins your set of Dickens.
This is your room Misses sahib?\nIt's so old and so high above\neverything, it's almost like a nest in a tree.
I can lie on my soft sofa and look up\ninto the sky through that little\nwindow on the roof.
- Sofa? - It looks more like a\nsoft sofa when it's made up.
Can you imagine it has down quilts\nand lovely cushions to curl up on.
- There is a fire sometimes, of course?\n- Well, that is the hardest\nsometimes, to imagine.
But it's lovely when you can. The\ngrate shines so when it is polished\nand the bright coals on the hearth.
- Oh hurry Miss. Cook is in an awful dither.\n- Oh my goodness. Excuse me if I run.
I've got to go to the butcher. I'll get\nmy ears boxed if I don't hurry.
Listen to this: Hospital Ship Mercy\narrived with 1 200 wounded disembarked.
-Does it give any of the names?\n- There ain't no list.
Oh I hope my poor Harry's among\nthem. A wounded husband is better\nthan no husband at all, eh Min?
Oh Becky, I've got to get to the\nhospital before 9 o'clock when they\nclose for visitors.
Sara! You clumsy ox! For that\nyou'll whistle for your supper.
Oh Mame, Sara didn't get know\nlunch. You put things away before\nshe got back from the grocer.
Who do you think you're talking to?\nYou'll both go hungry. Now clean\nup this mess. Go on, get on with it!
There some sorry cases in this\nbatch, doctor.
Doctor, this man is an unknown.\nHis papers were lost. Delerium\nfollowing maleria fever.
- We're very much concerned about him sir.\n- Heart action, weak resperation,\nwell that's to be expected.
- He has no lucid moments.\n- Temporary paralyzes of some\nnerve center or a blood clot possibly.
More likely to be the latter sir.\nHe received a nasty headwound.
- He repeated the call of this person Sara.\n- You can't know who this Sara is?
No way of finding out sir, until his\nidentity is established.
- You'd better go now Miss.\n- I'll finish up for you. Thank-you\nBecky. I'll have to fly.
Here hold your horses. Where do\nyou think you're going? Miss Lavina\nwant's some coal for her fire. Hop to it.
Oh Sara! You look so tired and you\nlook hungry too.
- Are you actually hungry Sara?\n- Yes! I am hungry. I'm so hungry I\ncould eat you!
Put on plenty, my father pays for it.
Come back here and clean up that hearth!
I'd like my shawl. The pink one. It's\non my bed.
Cover me please. I find the room a\nbit chilly.
-Hello Princess, what are you doing out so late?\n- I've come to see the new soldiers\nthat arrived today.
- Not tonight my girl. It's closing time.\n- But I've got to. I ran away especially.
- Please let me in. I'm sure he's\nhere this time.\n- You're sure every time Princess.
I'm sorry. You run on home and come\nback tomorrow morning. That's a good\nlittle girl. All right, good-night now.
He'll recover from the effects of the\nfever, but I'm convinced there is\nbrain pressure.
- You advise an operation then? Yes.\nDo you agree. - I do and Dr. McNesh\nin Edinburgh is the man.
Prepare this man for removal to\nEdinburgh tomorrow. Yes doctor.
Sara, where have you been?
- Answer me. You've been out, haven't you?\n- Yes Miss Minchin.
- What do you mean by disobeying my orders?\n- I had to, I had to look for my father.
All this ridiculous searching for your\nfather. All this making believe and\nrefusing to face facts, it's indecent.
- I've had enough of it. You must realize\nonce and for all that your father is dead.\n- Don't you say that. He's not dead. He's not!
- And you can't stop me from looking for\nhim either. - How dare you speak to me\nin that manner you little......
I'll attend to you further in the morning.
I can't be a good soldier for much\nlonger. I'm cold and I'm hungry too.
Do you hear? No, you don't hear\nand you don't care. You're nothing\nbut a doll, a doll!
You've never had a heart to make\nyou feel. You're just a doll.
Your Highness, please forgive me,\nbut something has gone amiss.
There is an angry woman outside to\nreport a stolen kiss.
Tell her she must go away. Come\naround some other day.
I have told her but she won't. You\nmust see her, if you don't, she'll\nscream her head off.
- Tell her to hush. She won't be hushed.\n- Then tell her to shush! I'm afraid\nshe won't be shushed.
I won't be hushed, I won't be\nshushed, I know my rights and I\nknow also what I saw.
- What did you see?\n- I saw him.
You saw who? I mean whom?
I saw that lad steal a kiss, from that\nshameless little miss.
Don't be fooled by all their shyness,\nthey're a wicked pair Your Highness.
The Law says in its shining,\nthat you should not kiss in this land.
There's a law I understand, against\nkissing in this land.
There is a law that reads like this.\nNo one is to steal a kiss.
Ah but Princess, I've a feeling, this\nisn't a case of stealing.
Silence fool. I know the law. What\nI say I saw, I saw.
She's on a see-saw. What I saw,\nyou saw, he saw, she saw.
On a see-saw. On a see-saw. l\nsaw, you saw, he saw, she saw.
What she tells us may be true. And\nif it is, what can we do?
If you ask me, we should listen, to\nthe lad who did the kissing.
Let him speak. Come lad this way.\nNow then, what have you to say?
Please Your Highness, I confess.\nWhen I saw such lovliness...
...it was too much to resist. I just\nthought she should be kisssed.
So I kissed her, kissed her twice.\nIt was very, very nice.
So he kissed her, kissed her twice.\nIt was very, very nice.
There you see, he broke the law.\nWhat I say I saw, I saw.
- Please don't start all that again.\n- But he stole a kiss, that's plain.
Yes, it looks as if it's true and I'll\nhave to punish you.
No please. Let me say a word. It is\nnot the way you heard.
Please, he did not steal a kiss.\nI gave it to him. Just like this.
There you see, I had a feeling, this\nwas not a case of stealing.
I'm not sure, it's not quite plain,\ncould I see that kiss again?
You were right, I have a feeling, this\nwas not a case of stealing.
Right! The law has been abused.\nThis lad has falsely been accused.
He's hers and she's hisn's, that old\nwitch should go to prison.
- You're a very wicked woman.\n- Princess, I am only human.
Listen to the old grand-mommy.\nYou're a nasty peeping-tommy.
Banish her from here forever.\nNever show your face here, never.
But what I say I saw, I saw. I know\nmy rights, I know the law!
Come and sit beside me here. Your\nkiss has made things very clear.
Thank-you Princess.
Don't thank me. Was that kiss, that\nset you free.
Now we're through with this\narrangement. Let us have some entertainment.
Bring the dancers, bring the\nsingers, bring the good old welting ringers.
- The new ballerina? She please you?\n- She's a very good dancer. She\nlooks familiar too.
What a nice dream. I feel quite warm.
I don't want to wake up.
I haven't waked up.
I must be dreaming.
I am dreaming.
I must be dreaming. But it feels\nwarm.
Becky, Becky come quick.
- Yes Miss?\n- Look!
Oh no Miss. Do you see what I do?
- I don't know what you see.\n- But I don't believe what I see.\nWell, I never.....
- Can you feel that? Yes Miss.\n- What do you see? I see some fire Miss.
And a table with food on it, and a\nrug and a lamp, and slippers?
I do indeed Miss. How did it all get\nhere? Did you pretend it into happening?
I don't know. I never pretended as\ngood as this before.
Look at these.
- If the little misses sahib knew,\nshe'd be over here to thank you.\n- Who wants any thanks?
- Oh Miss! You're beautiful!\n- Thanks Becky. Now let's try this one on you.
- Isn't it beautiful? Oh yes Miss.\n- It's perfect. And real satin too.
Let's try the slippers and see if\nthey're real.
- Do they feel like slippers to you?\n- They feel soft and warm.
This feels soft and warm too.\nThey're as real as we are.
I don't believe it's a dream after all.
- Do you suppose the food is real Miss?\n- Let us see.
- I can smell kippers, can you?\n- Kippers and onions.
I wonder what this is? Muffins!
This tastes like a muffin. Is it one?
A muffin that ever was. It must be\nthe magic Miss.
Hadn't we better be quick before it\nmelts away?
- What sort of night did he have?\n- He rested comfortably doctor.
- Will we be able to send him with the others?\n- Will we be able to send him with the others?
Get him ready to be sent with group\nD. He'll be leaving in about an hour.
I hear you're being punished. Do\nyou think we ought to offer her a chocolate?
- You must let her smell them.\n- Miss Minchin surely couldn't\nobject to that.
- Would you care to?\n- I don't want to smell them, and I\ndon't want to eat them.
- You don't!? Why not?\n- I've had much nicer things than\nchocolate this morning.
- Listen to the Princess, pretending again.\n-I'm not pretending.
I had the most wonderful things to\neat, that anyone had.
- Why you little liar. You haven't\neven had breakfast.\n- Pardon me, but I really have.
Excuse me for saying so, it isn't\npolite to call people liars.
- How dare you talk back to me.\n-Was I doing that? My goodness.
So sorry.
You wait til I tell Miss Minchin on you!
Well, everything is still here Becky.
- Thank heavens it's stopped raining.\n- Are you going some place Miss?
To the hospital. Becky, perhaps\neverything is going to change for us.
Perhaps I'll find my father this time\nand he'll take us away from here.
Oh no! It's the Misses.
Sara, how dare you......
- Why, what's happened to this room?\n-That's what we would like to know.
When I woke up this morning, here\neverything was. Even to the food and the fire.
- Where did you get these things? - I don't\nknow. Maybe because I dreamed such a\nbeautiful dream last night, that it came true.
These articles are rare and costly.\nYou stole them, didn't you?
- Oh no Miss Minchin. We didn't take\nthese things. - I'll give you one more\nchance to tell me the truth.
- But I am telling you the truth.\n- They just came. Yes, they did\nindeed Mame.
You go to your room. This is a\nmatter for the police.
- Oh please Miss Minchin. Please\ndon't call the police.\n- Of course I'll call them.
- Oh we're prisoners sure enough\nMiss, and the police coming too.\n- I can't be arrested.
- Those new wounded men are at\nthe hospital and I got to get to them.\n- I don't see how you can Miss.
Come on Becky, quick. Where are\nwe going Miss? Follow me.
- Oh I'm so frightened Miss. I'm\nfrightened this time too.\n- Come on Becky, give me your hand.
- Oh low Miss.\n- Don't be afraid Becky.
- Ah, what game is this little Misses sihib?\n- Can we please go through your\nhouse? We're running away from the police.
- And a very nice game to. Would you enter?\n-We would like to, very much indeed.
- You seem in great haste Miss\nsihib. Will you not stop for a cup of tea?\n- Oh no thank you. We're in too big of a hurry.
Oh, I see. You are still playing the\ngame of the police.
- I hope you escape in safety Miss sihib.\n- So do I. Oh low Miss, police!!
- There they are! Stop them!\n-Becky, run, run!
Sara, Becky! Stop where you are!
Go after the other one. I'll take care\nof her.
Watch out Becky, don't slip. Becky,\nwhere are you?
- Wretched little beast. You'll go to jail, both of you!\n- You'll never catch Sara. Mr. Bertie\nwill see to that.
So that's where she's gone. Well did you find\nthem Mame? Take this little thief and don't\nlet her out of your sight till I return.
- Did you catch her? She dodged her way\ninto traffic. - I couldn't find her anywhere.\nDo you know where she's likely to be?
I do. Cabbie!
Harvard Hospital and hurry please.
He never stops calling for her.
Step aside a little bit will you? Ah,\nah, ah. You can't go in there.
- No visitors allowed for an hour.\n- But that might be too late.
Now run along little girl, will you?
- I'm sorry sir. No visitors allowed\nfor an hour.\n- But we must go in.
Sorry sir. You can stand over there,\nif that's all right.
- Have you seen Captain Marks?\n- I believe he just went through the hall Miss.
- Sorry young one, but you can't go upstairs now.\n- But I've got to. I've got to see if my father is\nhere before Miss Minchin catches me.
Run along now. Do as you are told.
I say there. You come back here.\nYou can't go up there.
You can't go in there.
Let me go, let me go. I want to be\nhere. I will! I will!
Porter!!
What is it the child wants?
- Please, please don't let them take\nme away.\n- What is it child?
My father. They say he was killed\nat Mafeking, but I don't believe it.
He may be with the new wounded\nmen, but they won't let me look.
If they don't, perhaps I'll never have\nanother chance. Can't you make\nthem let me look.
Colonel. Could you see that this\nchild is escorted through the hospital?
With permission, I shall accompany\nher personally Your Majesty.
- What is your name?\n- Victoria. What is yours?
Sara.......Oh Your Majesty!
Colonel.
I hope that you will fi nd your father\nmy dear. A thorough search Colonel.
- Oh thank-you Your Majesty.\n- Good-bye my dear.
- Have you been through any of the wards yet?\n- Not today sir.
I think we'd better cover this wing first.
We are searching for a patient.\nMove right along dear.
- Is it all right?\n- Thank-you darling.
- Miss Rose!\n- Sara darling!
Oh Mr. Geoffrey. You're home,\nyou're back again. You can tell me\nwhere my daddy is.
Well Geoffrey didn't get as far as\nMafeking dear.
Then you don't know? You didn't\neven see him?
No dear, I didn't. I'm sorry.
- Have you found him?\n- Oh, no sir.
This is my friend Mr. Geoffrey and\nhis wife. Mr. and Mrs. Hamilton.
- Mrs. Hamilton. - I'm afraid I can't\nintroduce you, because I don't know\nyour name. - I'm Colonel Gordon.
- This is Colonel Gordan. He's\nhelping me search the hospital.\n- Oh, don't bother. How do you do sir?
I'm very happy to know you both.\nFrom Mafeking?
- No sir. An army mule, a British\nmule at that.\n- That's adding insult to injury.
-Sorry sir, but it's time for the\npatient's drops.\n- Well, I'd rather face that mule.
I'll come back later Miss Rose. Just\nas soon as I've gone through the\nother wards.
- I'll wait for you dear.\n- Good-bye.
- Be sure to come back Sara.\n- I will.
Poor little thing. She'll never stop\nhoping.
- I insist that you send for my brother.\n-Very well Mame, but you can't get\nin. Brother or no brother.
- We will get in. My brother will see to that.\n- I hope you're right Mame.
All filled now. This man will have to\nwait until the next ambulance.
I think you'd better take him into the waiting\nroom. These halls are much too drafty.
- I very sorry that you couldn't find your father.\n- Thank-you just the same sir.
He may be on the next convoy of\nwounded. I wouldn't give up hope.\nI won't sir.
- Good-bye and God bless.\n- Good-bye.
I know that they were stolen. That is\nperposterous! I can prove it and I\nintend to turn her over to the authorities.
She is in this hospital and I intend\nto find her. I insist that every room\nbe searched.
Sara...
Daddy...
Daddy, daddy! It is you! I found\nyou, I found you!
They said you were dead, but I\nknew you weren't. I knew you'd\ncome back.
Oh daddy, hold me, hold me close.\nYou won't ever go away again, will you?
What's the matter daddy? Why\nwon't you talk to me?
Don't you know me daddy? I'm\nSara, I'm Sara.
- Where is my daughter?\n- Oh daddy, something's happened to you.
Mr. Bertie! Mr. Bertie! Oh daddy,\nyou've got to know me.
Look at me!
You mustn't cry. You mustn't cry.
- We must be good soldiers you know.\n- But I have been a good soldier\ndaddy, but you don't know me.
- My little Sara never cries.\n- But I'm Sara, I'm Sara!
Yes, yes,...Sara! Sara!
Sara, my darling. My baby Sara.
Sara my darling. My little Sara.
- Oh don't be ridiculous Amanada. - Well then\nhow do you account for those silk covers, those\nrobes and those other things that are there.
Perhaps a little bird brought them in. Perhaps\nthey grew legs and walked in. I don't know.\nOne thing I do know is little Sara wouldn't steal them.
Bertie! Yes? Berties, what do you think has\nhappened? Little Princess has found her father.\nShe's found him!
- Captain Crew is alive?\n- Of course he's alive! How could\nshe find him if he wasn't alive?
- Oh Mr. Bertie, I found my father.\n- Darling, I'm so glad.
Daddy, it's Your Majesty.
My daddy.