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Her
conversation
at
home
was
all
"
Teresa
says
"
and
"
Do
you
know
what
Teresa
did
?
"
until
Paddy
roared
that
he
had
heard
more
than
enough
about
Teresa
.
"
I
do
n't
know
that
it
's
such
a
good
idea
to
be
too
thick
with
Dagos
,
"
he
muttered
,
sharing
the
British
community
's
instinctive
mistrust
of
any
dark
or
Mediterranean
people
.
"
Dagos
are
dirty
,
Meggie
girl
,
they
do
n't
wash
too
often
,
"
he
explained
lamely
,
wilting
under
the
look
of
hurt
reproach
Meggie
gave
him
.
Fiercely
jealous
,
Frank
agreed
with
him
.
So
Meggie
spoke
less
often
of
her
friend
when
she
was
at
home
.
But
home
disapproval
could
n't
interfere
with
the
relationship
,
confined
as
it
was
by
distance
to
school
days
and
hours
;
Bob
and
the
boys
were
only
too
pleased
to
see
her
utterly
engrossed
in
Teresa
.
It
left
them
to
career
madly
around
the
playground
just
as
if
their
sister
did
not
exist
.
The
unintelligible
things
Sister
Agatha
was
always
writing
on
the
blackboard
gradually
began
to
make
sense
,
and
Meggie
learned
that
a
"
+
"
meant
you
counted
all
the
numbers
up
to
a
total
,
where
a
"
−
"
meant
you
took
the
numbers
on
the
bottom
away
from
the
numbers
on
the
top
and
wound
up
with
less
than
you
had
in
the
first
place
.
She
was
a
bright
child
,
and
would
have
been
an
excellent
if
not
brilliant
student
had
she
only
been
able
to
overcome
her
fear
of
Sister
Agatha
.
But
the
minute
those
gimlet
eyes
turned
her
way
and
that
dry
old
voice
rapped
a
curt
question
at
her
,
she
stammered
and
stuttered
and
could
not
think
.
Arithmetic
she
found
easy
,
but
when
called
upon
to
demonstrate
her
skill
verbally
she
could
not
remember
how
many
two
and
two
made
.
Reading
was
the
entrance
into
a
world
so
fascinating
she
could
n't
get
enough
of
it
;
but
when
Sister
Agatha
made
her
stand
to
read
a
passage
out
loud
,
she
could
hardly
pronounce
"
cat
,
"
let
alone
"
miaow
.
"
It
seemed
to
her
that
she
was
forever
quivering
under
Sister
Agatha
's
sarcastic
comments
or
flushing
bright
red
because
the
rest
of
the
class
was
laughing
at
her
.
For
it
was
always
her
slate
Sister
Agatha
held
up
to
sneer
at
,
always
her
laboriously
written
sheets
of
paper
Sister
Agatha
used
to
demonstrate
the
ugliness
of
untidy
work
.
Some
of
the
richer
children
were
lucky
enough
to
possess
erasers
,
but
Meggie
's
only
eraser
was
the
tip
of
her
finger
,
which
she
licked
and
rubbed
over
her
nervous
mistakes
until
the
writing
smudged
and
the
paper
came
away
in
miniature
sausages
.
It
made
holes
and
was
strictly
forbidden
,
but
she
was
desperate
enough
to
do
anything
to
avoid
Sister
Agatha
's
strictures
.
Until
her
advent
Stuart
had
been
the
chief
target
of
Sister
Agatha
's
cane
and
venom
.
However
,
Meggie
was
a
much
better
target
,
for
Stuart
's
wistful
tranquillity
and
almost
saintlike
aloofness
were
hard
nuts
to
crack
,
even
for
Sister
Agatha
.
On
the
other
hand
,
Meggie
trembled
and
went
as
red
as
a
beet
,
for
all
she
tried
so
manfully
to
adhere
to
the
Cleary
line
of
behavior
as
defined
by
Frank
.
Stuart
pitied
Meggie
deeply
and
tried
to
make
it
easier
for
her
by
deliberately
sidetracking
the
nun
's
anger
onto
his
own
head
.
She
saw
through
his
ploys
immediately
,
angered
afresh
to
see
the
Cleary
clannishness
as
much
in
evidence
with
the
girl
as
it
had
always
been
among
the
boys
.
Had
anyone
questioned
her
as
to
exactly
why
she
had
such
a
down
on
the
Clearys
,
she
would
not
have
been
able
to
answer
.
But
for
an
old
nun
as
embittered
by
the
course
her
life
had
taken
as
Sister
Agatha
,
a
proud
and
touchy
family
like
the
Clearys
was
not
easy
to
swallow
.
Meggie
's
worst
sin
was
being
left-handed
.
When
she
gingerly
picked
up
her
slate
pencil
to
embark
on
her
first
writing
lesson
,
Sister
Agatha
descended
on
her
like
Caesar
on
the
Gauls
.
"
Meghann
Cleary
,
put
that
pencil
down
!
"
she
thundered
.
Thus
began
a
battle
royal
.
Meggie
was
incurably
and
hopelessly
left-handed
.
When
Sister
Agatha
forcibly
bent
the
fingers
of
Meggie
's
right
hand
correctly
around
the
pencil
and
poised
it
above
the
slate
,
Meggie
sat
there
with
her
head
reeling
and
no
idea
in
the
world
how
to
make
the
afflicted
limb
do
what
Sister
Agatha
insisted
it
could
.
She
became
mentally
deaf
,
dumb
and
blind
;
that
useless
appendage
her
right
hand
was
no
more
linked
to
her
thought
processes
than
her
toes
.
She
dribbled
a
line
clean
off
the
edge
of
the
slate
because
she
could
not
make
it
bend
;
she
dropped
her
pencil
as
if
paralyzed
;
nothing
Sister
Agatha
could
do
would
make
Meggie
's
right
hand
form
an
A
.
Then
surreptitiously
Meggie
would
transfer
her
pencil
to
her
left
hand
,
and
with
her
arm
curled
awkwardly
around
three
sides
of
the
slate
she
would
make
a
row
of
beautiful
copper-plate
A
's
.
