The Little Girl
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- To the little girl he was a figure to be feared and avoided. Every morning before going to work her father would come to her room and give her a casual kiss
- There was a glad sense of relief when her father would leave and when she heard the noise of the carriage growing fainter and fainter.
- Goodbye, Father.
- In the evening when he came home she stood near the staircase and heard his loud voice in the hall.
- Bring my tea into the drawing-room... Hasn't the paper come yet? Mother, go and see if my paper's out there -- and bring me my slippers.
- Kezia, if you're a good girl you can come down and take off father's boots.
- Well, Kezia, hurry up and pull off these boots and take them outside. Have you been a good girl today?
- You d-d-don't know? If you stutter like that Mother will have to take you to the doctor.
- I d-d-don't know, Father.
- He was so big- his hands and his neck, especially his mouth when he yawned. Thinking about him alone was like thinking about a giant.
- She never stuttered with other people- only with Father, because then she was trying so hard to say the words properly.
- What's the matter? What are you looking so wretched about? Mother, I wish you taught this child not to appear on the brink of suicide... Here, Kezia, carry my teacup back to the table carefully.
- On Sunday afternoons Grandmother sent her to the drawing room to have a "nice talk with Father and Mother". But the little girl always found her Mother reading and Father stretched out on the sofa, his handkerchief on his face, sleeping soundly and snoring.
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