Taylor Fry: Lavinia

A Little Princess

Lavinia

[at Sara's birthday party, Sara blows out the candles on her cake]
Lottie: [happily jumping up and down as the others clap] I want a big piece!
Lavinia: [sarcastically] Oh hush up, Lottie! I'm sure *Princess Sara* will give everyone a fair share. Right, Princess?
Lottie: [to Sara] I told her that's what you were.
Sara Crewe: Well, not just me, *all* girls are princesses. Even snotty, two-face bullies like *you*, Lavinia!

Rosemary: That's *it*! I can't take it anymore! I don't care what you say about Sara's stories. They've got to be more fun than watching your hair being combed!
[Rosemary leaves in anger]
Lavinia: If anyone else feels the same way, I think she should leave, too!
[the other two girls leave as Lavinia goes stunned]

[the girls are doing their math test in class, one by one, they stand up saying the answers]
Gertrude: Seven times five is 35.
Rosemary: Seven times six is 42.
Betsy: Seven times seven is 49.
Ermengarde: [nervously] Seven times eight is... 58.
[the girls turn and stare at her, Sara watches looking concerned]
Ermengarde: No, wait... 54? No, um... 55?
Miss Minchin: Or 72, or 93, or 12?
Ermengarde: [guiltily] I'm sorry, Miss Minchin. I've studied for hours last night.
Miss Minchin: [smirks] I find that very hard to believe. And I imagine your father would as well.
Ermengarde: [about to cry] Please, don't tell him, Miss Minchin. I promise I'll do better. Please!
Miss Minchin: [ignores her] Lavinia, you may continue.
Lavinia: [prudely] Seven times eight is 56.
Jesse: Seven times nine is 63.
[Sara looks at Ermengarde, who turns to her with a tear rolling down her cheek making Sara go sad too]

[the girls are getting ready for breakfast as they wait for Sara and talk about her]
Ruth: She hasn't come out of her room yet. Did you see all her toys?
Lottie: [to another girl] I want your hair ribbon.
Jane: [happily] Her father grows crackers or something. They're very rich.
Rosemary: [smiles as well] They must be! Everyone I know eats crackers.
Betsy: Her father's British. I heard he's best friends with the King and Queen.
Lavinia: [rudely] Ha! Well, I heard he was thrown out of India, because people died from eating his poisoned crackers.
Jesse: [prudely] Poisoned crackers.
Lottie: [confused] Poisoned crackers?
Gertrude: I once had an aunt who died from eating poisoned string beans.
Lavinia: Oh, who cares about her!
Jesse: Yeah, who cares.