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All
I
've
got
to
do
is
put
whatever
is
n't
eaten
back
where
it
came
from
,
and
wash
up
a
couple
of
extra
dishes
.
"
"
Just
do
as
you
're
told
;
it
's
so
much
nicer
.
"
"
Getting
back
to
the
subject
,
"
Fee
pursued
,
"
I
do
n't
think
there
's
anything
to
discuss
.
It
's
my
opinion
that
Justine
ought
to
be
allowed
to
try
,
and
will
probably
do
very
well
.
"
"
I
wish
I
could
be
so
sure
,
"
said
Meggie
glumly
.
"
Have
you
been
on
about
fame
and
glory
,
Justine
?
"
her
grandmother
demanded
.
"
They
enter
the
picture
,
"
said
Justine
,
putting
the
old
brown
kitchen
teapot
on
the
table
defiantly
and
sitting
down
in
a
hurry
.
"
Now
do
n't
complain
,
Mum
;
I
'm
not
making
tea
in
a
silver
pot
for
the
kitchen
and
that
's
final
.
"
"
The
teapot
is
perfectly
appropriate
,
"
Meggie
smiled
.
"
Oh
,
that
's
good
!
There
's
nothing
like
a
nice
cup
of
tea
,
"
sighed
Fee
,
sipping
.
"
Justine
,
why
do
you
persist
in
putting
things
to
your
mother
so
badly
?
You
know
it
is
n't
a
question
of
fame
and
fortune
.
It
's
a
question
of
self
,
is
n't
it
?
"
"
Self
,
Nanna
?
"
"
Of
course
.
Self
.
Acting
is
what
you
feel
you
were
meant
to
do
,
is
n't
that
right
?
"
