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"
Mamma
!
What
sweets
are
we
going
to
have
?
"
Natásha
again
cried
boldly
,
with
saucy
gaiety
,
confident
that
her
prank
would
be
taken
in
good
part
.
Sónya
and
fat
little
Pétya
doubled
up
with
laughter
.
"
You
see
!
I
have
asked
,
"
whispered
Natásha
to
her
little
brother
and
to
Pierre
,
glancing
at
him
again
.
"
Ice
pudding
,
but
you
wo
n't
get
any
,
"
said
Márya
Dmítrievna
.
Natásha
saw
there
was
nothing
to
be
afraid
of
and
so
she
braved
even
Márya
Dmítrievna
.
"
Márya
Dmítrievna
!
What
kind
of
ice
pudding
?
I
do
n't
like
ice
cream
.
"
"
Carrot
ices
.
"
"
No
!
What
kind
,
Márya
Dmítrievna
?
What
kind
?
"
she
almost
screamed
;
"
I
want
to
know
!
"
Márya
Dmítrievna
and
the
countess
burst
out
laughing
,
and
all
the
guests
joined
in
.
Everyone
laughed
,
not
at
Márya
Dmítrievna
's
answer
but
at
the
incredible
boldness
and
smartness
of
this
little
girl
who
had
dared
to
treat
Márya
Dmítrievna
in
this
fashion
.
Natásha
only
desisted
when
she
had
been
told
that
there
would
be
pineapple
ice
.
Before
the
ices
,
champagne
was
served
round
