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Clarisse’s face was tense with keeping back the jealous rage in her Tears stood bold on her cheeks, and she rose undecided froie Lou

Then, screaed fro day, and across the green lawn to her house, sobbing all the way

Clarisse sla odors Clarisse’sapples into a crust-lined tin and she declai

“Oh, I don’t care!” snuffled the little girl, sliding her pink blooie Lou next door!”

Clarisse’s ain? How many times have I told you?—”

“Well, she’s going to die, and she sits there in bed s at me Gee!”

Thelady?”

“She’s going to die, and she sits there laughing at me! Oh, mother, what’ll I do?”

“What’ll you do? About it? Or what?” Bewilder up and down on her apron

“I’ve got to stop her, Mother! She can’t get aith it!”

“That’s awfully nice of you, Clarisse, being so thoughtful”

“I’ nice, Mama I hate her, I hate her, I hate her”

“But I don’t understand If you hate her, why are you trying to help her?”

“I don’t want to help her!”

“But you just said—”