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"
I
'm
going
into
Wahine
,
Fee
,
and
I
'm
going
to
tell
that
blasted
Dago
what
he
can
do
with
his
slimy
fish
and
chips
!
Then
I
'm
going
to
see
Sister
Agatha
and
tell
her
what
I
think
of
her
,
allowing
lousy
children
in
her
school
!
"
"
Paddy
,
be
careful
!
"
Fee
pleaded
.
"
What
if
it
is
n't
the
Eyetie
girl
?
Even
if
she
has
lice
,
it
's
possible
she
might
have
got
them
from
someone
else
along
with
Meggie
.
"
"
Rot
!
"
said
Paddy
scornfully
.
He
pounded
down
the
back
steps
,
and
a
few
minutes
later
they
heard
his
roan
's
hoofs
beating
down
the
road
.
Fee
sighed
,
looking
at
Frank
hopelessly
.
"
Well
,
I
suppose
we
'll
be
lucky
if
he
does
n't
land
in
jail
.
Frank
,
you
'd
better
bring
the
boys
inside
.
No
school
today
.
"
One
by
one
Fee
went
through
her
sons
'
hair
minutely
,
then
checked
Frank
's
head
and
made
him
do
the
same
for
her
.
There
was
no
evidence
that
anyone
else
had
acquired
poor
Meggie
's
malady
,
but
Fee
did
not
intend
to
take
chances
.
When
the
water
in
the
huge
laundry
copper
was
boiling
,
Frank
got
the
dish
tub
down
from
its
hanging
and
filled
it
half
with
hot
water
and
half
with
cold
.
Then
he
went
out
to
the
shed
and
fetched
in
an
unopened
five-gallon
can
of
kerosene
,
took
a
bar
of
lye
soap
from
the
laundry
and
started
work
on
Bob
.
Each
head
was
briefly
damped
in
the
tub
,
several
cups
of
raw
kerosene
poured
over
it
,
and
the
whole
draggled
,
greasy
mess
lathered
with
soap
.
The
kerosene
and
lye
burned
;
the
boys
howled
and
rubbed
their
eyes
raw
,
scratching
at
their
reddened
,
tingling
scalps
and
threatening
ghastly
vengeance
on
all
Dagos
.
Fee
went
to
her
sewing
basket
and
took
out
her
big
shears
.
She
came
back
to
Meggie
,
who
had
not
dared
to
move
from
the
stool
though
an
hour
and
more
had
elapsed
,
and
stood
with
the
shears
in
her
hand
,
staring
at
the
beautiful
fall
of
hair
.
Then
she
began
to
cut
it
--
snip
!
snip
!
--
untill
all
the
long
curls
were
huddled
in
glistening
heaps
on
the
floor
and
Meggie
's
white
skin
was
beginning
to
show
in
irregular
patches
all
over
her
head
.
Doubt
in
her
eyes
,
she
turned
then
to
Frank
.
"
Ought
I
to
shave
it
?
"
she
asked
,
tight-lipped
.
Frank
put
out
his
hand
,
revolted
.
"
Oh
,
Mum
,
no
!
Surely
not
!
If
she
gets
a
good
douse
of
kerosene
it
ought
to
be
enough
.
Please
do
n't
shave
it
!
"
So
Meggie
was
marched
to
the
worktable
and
held
over
the
tub
while
they
poured
cup
after
cup
of
kerosene
over
her
head
and
scrubbed
the
corrosive
soap
through
what
was
left
of
her
hair
.
