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‘
What
’
s
the
matter
,
Barbara
?
’
said
Kit
.
‘
Nothing
,
’
cried
Barbara
.
And
Barbara
pouted
—
not
sulkily
,
or
in
an
ugly
manner
,
but
just
enough
to
make
her
look
more
cherry
-
lipped
than
ever
.
There
is
no
school
in
which
a
pupil
gets
on
so
fast
,
as
that
in
which
Kit
became
a
scholar
when
he
gave
Barbara
the
kiss
.
He
saw
what
Barbara
meant
now
—
he
had
his
lesson
by
heart
all
at
once
—
she
was
the
book
—
there
it
was
before
him
,
as
plain
as
print
.
‘
Barbara
,
’
said
Kit
,
‘
you
’
re
not
cross
with
me
?
’
Oh
dear
no
!
Why
should
Barbara
be
cross
?
And
what
right
had
she
to
be
cross
?
And
what
did
it
matter
whether
she
was
cross
or
not
?
Who
minded
her
!
‘
Why
,
I
do
,
’
said
Kit
.
‘
Of
course
I
do
.
’
Barbara
didn
’
t
see
why
it
was
of
course
,
at
all
.
Kit
was
sure
she
must
.
Would
she
think
again
?
Certainly
,
Barbara
would
think
again
.
No
,
she
didn
’
t
see
why
it
was
of
course
.
She
didn
’
t
understand
what
Christopher
meant
.
And
besides
she
was
sure
they
wanted
her
up
stairs
by
this
time
,
and
she
must
go
,
indeed
—
‘
No
,
but
Barbara
,
’
said
Kit
,
detaining
her
gently
,
‘
let
us
part
friends
.
I
was
always
thinking
of
you
,
in
my
troubles
.
