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  • “Don’t stare so, Kezia. You look like a littlebrown owl.”
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  • On Sunday afternoons Grandmother sent herdown to the drawing-room to have a “nice talk withFather and Mother”. But the little girl always foundMother reading and Father stretched out on thesofa, his handkerchief on his face, his feet on oneof the best cushions, sleeping soundly and snoring.She sat on a stool, gravely watched him until hewoke and stretched, and asked the time — thenlooked at her.
  • “Oh yes,” she said, “I tore them up for mysurprise.”
  • “What!” screamed Mother. “Come straight downto the dining-room this instant.”
  • “Kezia, I suppose you didn’t see some papers ona table in our room?”
  • One day, when she was kept indoors with a cold,her grandmother told her that father’s birthday wasnext week, and suggested she should make him apin-cushion for a gift out of a beautiful piece ofyellow silk.
  • “Well?” did u do that?
  • “N-n-no”
  • Laboriously, with a double cotton, the little girlstitched three sides. But what to fill it with? Thatwas the question. The grandmother was out in thegarden, and she wandered into Mother’s bedroomto look for scraps. On the bed-table she discovereda great many sheets of fine paper, gathered themup, tore them into tiny pieces, and stuffed her case,then sewed up the fourth side.
  • “Oh, no, no”,
  • “I am going to beat you for this,”
  • That night there was a hue and cry in the house.Father’s gThat night there was a hue and cry in the house.Father’s great speech for the Port Authority hadbeen lost. Rooms were searched; servantsquestioned. Finally Mother came into Kezia’s room.And she was dragged down to where Father waspacing to and fro, hands behind his back.
  • “Well?” he said sharply.Mother explained.He stopped and stared at the child.“Did you do that?”“N-n-no”, she whispered.“Mother, go up to her room and fetch down thedamned thing — see that the child’s put to bedthis instant.
  • Crying too much to explain, she lay in theshadowed room watching the evening light make asad little pattern on the floor.Then Father came into the room with a ruler inhis hands.“I am going to beat you for this,” he said.“Oh, no, no”, she screamed, hiding under thebedclothes.He pulled them aside.
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