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"
I
thought
looks
did
n't
matter
to
an
actress
?
"
"
Enough
's
enough
,
Mum
.
My
freckles
are
a
pain
.
"
"
Are
you
sure
you
would
n't
rather
be
an
artist
?
"
"
Quite
sure
,
thank
you
.
"
She
did
a
little
dance
.
"
I
'm
going
to
tread
the
boards
,
Mrs.
Worthington
!
"
"
How
did
you
get
yourself
into
the
Culloden
?
"
"
I
auditioned
.
"
"
And
they
took
you
?
"
"
Your
faith
in
your
daughter
is
touching
,
Mum
.
Of
course
they
took
me
!
I
'm
superb
,
you
know
.
One
day
I
shall
be
very
famous
.
"
Meggie
beat
green
food
coloring
into
a
bowl
of
runny
icing
and
began
to
drizzle
it
over
already
baked
fir
trees
.
"
Is
it
important
to
you
,
Justine
?
Fame
?
"
"
I
should
say
so
.
"
She
tipped
sugar
in
on
top
of
butter
so
soft
it
had
molded
itself
to
the
inner
contours
of
the
bowl
;
in
spite
of
the
gas
stove
instead
of
the
wood
stove
,
the
cookhouse
was
very
hot
.
"
I
'm
absolutely
iron-bound
determined
to
be
famous
.
"
