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"
Oh
,
Lottie
!
"
screamed
Miss
Amelia
.
"
Do
stop
,
darling
!
Do
n't
cry
!
Please
do
n't
!
"
"
Oh
!
Oh
!
Oh
!
Oh
!
Oh
!
"
Lottie
howled
tempestuously
.
"
Have
n't
--
got
--
any
--
mam
--
ma-a
!
"
"
She
ought
to
be
whipped
,
"
Miss
Minchin
proclaimed
.
"
You
SHALL
be
whipped
,
you
naughty
child
!
"
Lottie
wailed
more
loudly
than
ever
.
Miss
Amelia
began
to
cry
.
Miss
Minchin
's
voice
rose
until
it
almost
thundered
,
then
suddenly
she
sprang
up
from
her
chair
in
impotent
indignation
and
flounced
out
of
the
room
,
leaving
Miss
Amelia
to
arrange
the
matter
.
Sara
had
paused
in
the
hall
,
wondering
if
she
ought
to
go
into
the
room
,
because
she
had
recently
begun
a
friendly
acquaintance
with
Lottie
and
might
be
able
to
quiet
her
.
When
Miss
Minchin
came
out
and
saw
her
,
she
looked
rather
annoyed
.
She
realized
that
her
voice
,
as
heard
from
inside
the
room
,
could
not
have
sounded
either
dignified
or
amiable
.
"
Oh
,
Sara
!
"
she
exclaimed
,
endeavoring
to
produce
a
suitable
smile
.
"
I
stopped
,
"
explained
Sara
,
"
because
I
knew
it
was
Lottie
--
and
I
thought
,
perhaps
--
just
perhaps
,
I
could
make
her
be
quiet
.
May
I
try
,
Miss
Minchin
?
"
"
If
you
can
,
you
are
a
clever
child
,
"
answered
Miss
Minchin
,
drawing
in
her
mouth
sharply
.
Then
,
seeing
that
Sara
looked
slightly
chilled
by
her
asperity
,
she
changed
her
manner
.
"
But
you
are
clever
in
everything
,
"
she
said
in
her
approving
way
.
"
I
dare
say
you
can
manage
her
.
Go
in
.
"
And
she
left
her
.
When
Sara
entered
the
room
,
Lottie
was
lying
upon
the
floor
,
screaming
and
kicking
her
small
fat
legs
violently
,
and
Miss
Amelia
was
bending
over
her
in
consternation
and
despair
,
looking
quite
red
and
damp
with
heat
.
Lottie
had
always
found
,
when
in
her
own
nursery
at
home
,
that
kicking
and
screaming
would
always
be
quieted
by
any
means
she
insisted
on
.
Poor
plump
Miss
Amelia
was
trying
first
one
method
,
and
then
another
.
"
Poor
darling
,
"
she
said
one
moment
,
"
I
know
you
have
n't
any
mamma
,
poor
--
"
Then
in
quite
another
tone
,
"
If
you
do
n't
stop
,
Lottie
,
I
will
shake
you
.
Poor
little
angel
!
There
--
You
wicked
,
bad
,
detestable
child
,
I
will
smack
you
!
I
will
!
"
