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He
meant
it
kindly
,
which
made
Sophie
more
ashamed
than
ever
.
“
No
.
No
thank
you
,
sir
!
”
she
gasped
and
fled
away
past
him
.
He
wore
perfume
too
.
The
smell
of
hyacinths
followed
her
as
she
ran
.
What
a
courtly
person
!
Sophie
thought
,
as
she
pushed
her
way
between
the
little
tables
outside
Cesari
’
s
.
The
tables
were
packed
.
Inside
was
packed
and
as
noisy
as
the
Square
.
Sophie
located
Lettie
among
the
line
of
assistants
at
the
counter
because
of
the
group
of
evident
farmer
’
sons
leaning
their
elbows
on
it
to
shout
remarks
to
her
.
Lettie
,
prettier
than
ever
and
perhaps
a
little
thinner
,
was
putting
cakes
into
bags
as
fast
as
she
could
go
,
giving
each
bag
a
deft
little
twist
and
looking
back
under
her
own
elbow
with
a
smile
and
an
answer
for
each
bag
she
twisted
.
There
was
a
great
deal
of
laughter
.
Sophie
had
to
fight
her
way
through
to
the
counter
.
Lettie
saw
her
.
She
looked
shaken
for
a
moment
.
Then
her
eyes
and
her
smile
widened
and
she
shouted
,
“
Sophie
!
”
“
Can
I
talk
to
you
?
”
Sophie
yelled
.
“
Somewhere
,
”
she
shouted
,
a
little
helplessly
,
as
a
large
well
-
dressed
elbow
jostled
her
back
from
the
counter
.
“
Just
a
moment
!
”
Lettie
screamed
back
.
She
turned
to
the
girl
next
to
her
and
whispered
.
The
girl
nodded
,
grinned
,
and
came
to
take
Lettie
’
s
place
.
“
You
’
ll
have
to
have
me
instead
,
”
she
said
to
the
crowd
.
“
Who
’
s
next
?
”
“
But
I
want
to
talk
to
you
,
Lettie
!
”
one
of
the
farmers
’
sons
yelled
.
“
Talk
to
Carrie
,
”
Lettie
said
.
“
I
want
to
talk
to
my
sister
.
”
Nobody
really
seemed
to
mind
.
They
jostled
Sophie
along
to
the
end
of
the
counter
where
Lettie
held
up
a
flap
and
beckoned
,
and
told
her
not
to
keep
Lettie
all
day
.
When
Sophie
had
edged
through
the
flap
,
Lettie
seized
her
wrist
and
dragged
her
into
the
back
of
the
shop
,
to
a
room
surrounded
by
rack
upon
wooden
rack
,
each
one
filled
with
rows
of
cakes
.
Lettie
pulled
forward
two
stools
.
“
Sit
down
,
”
she
said
.
She
looked
in
the
nearest
rack
,
in
an
absent
-
minded
way
,
and
handed
Sophie
a
cream
cake
out
of
it
.
“
You
may
need
this
,
”
she
said
.
Sophie
sank
onto
the
stool
,
breathing
the
rich
smell
of
cake
and
feeling
a
little
tearful
.
“
Oh
,
Lettie
!
”
she
said
