arah!" she yelled. There was no reply. She sniffed. Princesses shouldn't have to take care of their pesky younger sisters, they had maids to do that. Margaret sniffed again and then sighed. She wished her simple pretending was truly real.

She trudged up the steep path that the two sisters always pretended was their castle. It was the year 1643, when princes and queens were not a mere fairy tale. However, the girls loved to imagine they were lovely ladies dressed in rare silk and satin dresses with diamonds embedded in lace. The truth be told, Sarah and Margaret were poor peasant children without a father. Their mother was a kind and gentle lady who always said that a little pretending never hurt anyone. This was the only reason that the girls were now imagining their silver crowns. In the girls' dirty hands were old straw baskets filled with ripe, plump rasberries to sell. Margaret loved selling berries. She and Sarah pretended that they were berry picking in the King's royal garden.

Soon, they reached the market, where loud cries reached the childrens' ears. After the sisters had earned a few coins, Magaret whispered in Sarah's ear. "Sarah, give me two coins, and I will buy something that will be of use to Mother." Obligingly, Sarah slipped two shiny coins in Margaret's hand and then she set off. She walked between many shops trying to decide what to buy. Suddenly, as if it had been there all along was a glittering, shimmering, crystal tiara. Her shaking hand gently lifted it and then placed it on her mahagony hair. It was as if the tiara was custom made, because it was such an excellent fit. Then, she gingerly took it off her head, in case a thief were to spot it. It remained in her pocket for the entire way home.

All of a sudden. Sarah appeared next to Margaret. "Why did you leave me there?" she questioned. Silently, she revealed to Sarah her secret. Then, both the girls rejoiced, because they knew they would never go hungry again.

The End

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