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He
bent
down
and
took
Meggie
's
shoulders
between
his
hands
,
shaking
her
gently
.
"
Here
,
here
there
's
no
need
to
cry
!
Come
on
now
,
they
've
gone
and
they
'll
never
touch
your
dolly
again
,
I
promise
.
Give
me
a
smile
for
your
birthday
,
eh
?
"
Her
face
was
swollen
,
her
eyes
running
;
she
stared
at
Frank
out
of
grey
eyes
so
large
and
full
of
tragedy
that
he
felt
his
throat
tighten
.
Pulling
a
dirty
rag
from
his
breeches
pocket
,
he
rubbed
it
clumsily
over
her
face
,
then
pinched
her
nose
between
its
folds
.
"
Blow
!
"
She
did
as
she
was
told
,
hiccuping
noisily
as
her
tears
dried
.
"
Oh
,
Fruh-Fruh-Frank
,
they
too-too-took
Agnes
away
from
me
!
"
She
sniffled
.
"
Her
huh-huh-hair
all
falled
down
and
she
loh-loh-lost
all
the
pretty
widdle
puh-puh-pearls
in
it
!
They
all
falled
in
the
gruh-gruh-grass
and
I
ca
n't
find
them
!
"
The
tears
welled
up
again
,
splashing
on
Frank
's
hand
;
he
stared
at
his
wet
skin
for
a
moment
,
then
licked
the
drops
off
.
"
Well
,
we
'll
have
to
find
them
,
wo
n't
we
?
But
you
ca
n't
find
anything
while
you
're
crying
,
you
know
,
and
what
's
all
this
baby
talk
?
I
have
n't
heard
you
say
'
widdle
'
instead
of
'
little
'
for
six
months
!
Here
,
blow
your
nose
again
and
then
pick
up
poor
...
Agnes
?
If
you
do
n't
put
her
clothes
on
,
she
'll
get
sunburned
.
"
He
made
her
sit
on
the
edge
of
the
path
and
gave
her
the
doll
gently
,
then
he
crawled
about
searching
the
grass
until
he
gave
a
triumphant
whoop
and
held
up
a
pearl
.
"
There
!
First
one
!
We
'll
find
them
all
,
you
wait
and
see
.
"
Meggie
watched
her
oldest
brother
adoringly
while
he
picked
among
the
grass
blades
,
holding
up
each
pearl
as
he
found
it
;
then
she
remembered
how
delicate
Agnes
's
skin
must
be
,
how
easily
it
must
burn
,
and
bent
her
attention
on
clothing
the
doll
.
There
did
not
seem
any
real
injury
.
Her
hair
was
tangled
and
loose
,
her
arms
and
legs
dirty
where
the
boys
had
pushed
and
pulled
at
them
,
but
everything
still
worked
.
A
tortoise-shell
comb
nestled
above
each
of
Meggie
's
ears
;
she
tugged
at
one
until
it
came
free
,
and
began
to
comb
Agnes
's
hair
,
which
was
genuine
human
hair
,
skillfully
knotted
onto
a
base
of
glue
and
gauze
,
and
bleached
until
it
was
the
color
of
gilded
straw
.
