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For Sara, imagination is both a pastime and a weapon. She has several continuing fantasies throughout the novel: she imagines that her doll, Emily, can understand her, that she is a princess with the ability to distribute "largess" to people in need, and that she is imprisoned in the Bastille during the French Revolution. Some of these fantasies help make her situation seem less dire, while others, such as the one about being locked in the Bastille, actually make her situation seem more dramatic and worse than it truly is. But in both cases, fantasy allows Sara to narrativize her situation, placing it in context and viewing herself as a heroine rather than as a powerless child. This narrativizing gives Sara the motivation she needs to maintain self-control and treat other people with kindness. Therefore, fantasy and imagination help Sara (and the friends she helps with her stories and flights of fancy) maintain her sense of self. In this way, it is essential to her survival, and keeps her from being completely dominated by the unimaginative and cruel Miss Minchin. Imagination here also allows individuals to pass on values to other people, especially children—for instance, Donald Carmichael is moved by a Christmas story he hears to give four pennies to Sara.
Perhaps she had known her. She had certainly a very intelligent expression in her eyes when Sara took her in her arms. She was a large doll, but not too large to carry about easily; she had naturally curling golden-brown hair, which hung like a mantle about her, and her eyes were a deep, clear, gray-blue, with soft, thick eyelashes which were real eyelashes and not mere painted lines.
"Of course," said Sara, looking into her face as she held her on her knee, "of course papa, this is Emily."
So Emily was bought and actually taken to a children's outfitter's shop and measured for a wardrobe as grand as Sara's own. She had lace frocks, too, and velvet and muslin ones, and hats and coats and beautiful lace-trimmed underclothes, and gloves and handkerchiefs and furs.
"I should like her always to look as if she was a child with a good mother," said Sara. "I'm her mother, though I am going to make a companion of her."
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She had had a long talk with Emily about her papa that morning.
"He is on the sea now, Emily," she had said. "We must be very great friends to each other and tell each other things. Emily, look at me. You have the nicest eyes I ever saw—but I wish you could speak."
She was a child full of imaginings and whimsical thoughts, and one of her fancies was that there would be a great deal of comfort in even pretending that Emily was alive and really heard and understood. After Mariette had dressed her in her dark-blue schoolroom frock and tied her hair with a dark-blue ribbon, she went to Emily, who sat in a chair of her own, and gave her a book.
A Little Princess
