: Frances Hodgson Burnett
: Sara Crewe, Or What Happened at Miss Minchin's
: Seltzer Books
: 9781455372133
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: Kinder- und Jugendbücher
: English
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Novel for children. One of Burnett's best known books. According to Wikipedia: 'Frances Hodgson Burnett, ( 1849 -1924) was an English-American playwright and author. She is best known for her children's stories, in particular The Secret Garden, A Little Princess, and Little Lord Fauntleroy. Born Frances Eliza Hodgson in Cheetham Hill, Manchester, her father died in 1854, and the family had to endure poverty and squalor in the Victorian slums of Manchester. Following the death of her mother in 1867, an 18-year-old Frances was now the head of a family of four younger siblings. She turned to writing to support them all, with a first story published in Godey's Lady's Book in 1868. Soon after she was being published regularly in Godey's, Scribner's Monthly, Peterson's Ladies' Magazine and Harper's Bazaar. Her main writing talent was combining realistic detail of working-class life with a romantic plot. Her first novel was published in 1877; That Lass o' Lowrie's was a story of Lancashire life. After moving with her husband to Washington, D.C., Burnett wrote the novels Haworth's (1879), Louisiana (1880), A Fair Barbarian (1881), and Through One Administration (1883), as well as a play, Esmeralda (1881), written with William Gillette...Her later works include Sara Crewe (1888) - later rewritten as A Little Princess (1905); The Lady of Quality (1896) - considered one of the best of her plays; and The Secret Garden (1909), the children's novel for which she is probably best known today. The Lost Prince was published in 1915...'

SARA CREWE OR WHAT HAPPENED AT MISS MINCHIN'S BY FRANCES HODGSON BURNETT


 


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Children's Books by Frances Hodgson Burnett available from Seltzer Books:

The Secret Garden

A Little Princess

Little Lord Fauntleroy

Emily Fox-Seton

Robin

A Fair Barbarian

The Head of the House of Coombe

His Grace of Osmonde

In the Closed Room

A Lady of Quality

The Land of the Blue Flower

The Little Hunchback Zia

Little Saint Elizabeth

The Lost Prince

Racketty-Packetty House

Sarah Crewe

The Shuttle

T. Tembarom

The White People

 

In the first place, Miss Minchin lived in London.  Her home was a large, dull, tall one, in a large, dull square, where all the houses were alike, and all the sparrows were alike, and where all the door-knockers made the same heavy sound, and on still days--and nearly all the days were still-- seemed to resound through the entire row in which the knock was knocked.  On Miss Minchin's door there was a brass plate.  On the brass plate there was inscribed in black letters,

 

MISS MINCHIN'S SELECT SEMINARY FOR YOUNG LADIES

 

Little Sara Crewe never went in or out of the house without reading that door-plate and reflecting upon it.  By the time she was twelve, she had decided that all her trouble arose because, in the first place, she was not"Select," and in the second she was not a"Young Lady."  When she was eight years old, she had been brought to Miss Minchin as a pupil, and left with her.  Her papa had brought her all the way from India.  Her mamma had died when she was a baby, and her papa had kept her with him as long as he could.  And then, finding the hot climate was making her very delicate, he had brought her to England and left her with Miss Minchin, to be part of the Select Seminary for Young Ladies.  Sara, who had always been a sharp little child, who remembered things, recollected hearing him say that he had not a relative in the world whom he knew of, and so he was obliged to place her at a boarding-school, and he had heard Miss Minchin's establishment spoken of very highly.  The same day, he took Sara out and bought her a great many beautiful clothes-- clothes so grand and rich that only a very young and inexperienced man would have bought them for a mite of a child who was to be brought up in a boarding-school.  But the fact was that he was a rash, innocent young man, and very sad at the thought of parting with his little girl, who was all he had left to remind him of her beautiful mother, who