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But
another
jug
followed
.
All
the
time
she
was
laughing
,
there
was
nothing
vicious
exactly
,
she
just
seemed
to
be
mad
,
like
a
kid
.
There
was
a
pretty
green
plate
with
a
cottage
moulded
in
relief
that
hung
by
the
window
and
she
had
that
off
the
wall
and
smashed
that
.
I
don
’
t
know
why
,
I
always
liked
that
plate
and
I
didn
’
t
like
to
see
her
break
it
,
so
I
shouted
,
really
sharp
,
stop
it
!
All
she
did
was
to
put
her
thumb
to
her
nose
and
make
a
rude
sign
and
put
her
tongue
out
.
She
was
just
like
a
street
boy
.
I
said
,
you
ought
to
know
better
.
"
You
ought
to
know
better
,
"
she
said
,
making
fun
of
me
.
Then
she
said
,
"
Please
come
round
this
side
and
then
I
can
get
at
those
beautiful
plates
behind
you
.
"
There
were
two
by
the
door
.
"
Unless
you
’
d
like
to
smash
them
yourself
.
"
Stop
it
,
I
said
again
,
that
’
s
enough
.
But
suddenly
she
came
behind
the
sofa
,
going
for
the
plates
.
I
got
between
her
and
the
door
,
she
tried
to
dodge
under
my
arm
;
however
,
I
caught
hers
.
Then
she
suddenly
changed
.
"
Let
go
,
"
she
said
,
all
quiet
.
Of
course
I
didn
’
t
,
I
thought
she
might
be
joking
still
.
But
then
suddenly
she
said
,
"
Let
go
,
"
in
a
nasty
voice
that
I
did
at
once
.
Then
she
went
and
sat
down
by
the
fire
.
After
a
while
she
said
,
"
Get
a
broom
.
I
’
ll
sweep
up
.
"
