It was a cold winter day when a little girl and her
father arrived in London. Sara Crewe was seven years
old and she had long black hair and green eyes. She sat
in the cab next to her father and stared out of the
window at the tall houses and the dark sky. Tell me
what you are thinking about, Sara. Mr Crewe said, You
keep very quiet. He embraced his daughter.
Kücük bir kiz ve babasi Londraya vardiginda
soguk bir kis günüydü. Sara Crewe uzun siyah saclari ve
yesil gözleri olan yedi yasinda bir kiz cocuguydu.
Takside babasinin yanina oturdu ve pencereden
disariya uzun evlere ve karanlik gökyüzüne bakti. Bay
Crewe Ne düsündügünü söyle, Sara dedi, Oldukca
sessizsin. Kizina sarildi.
