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Rosemary, said Aunt Trudy, coming into the living room as the practise hour was about over (not allowing for time wasted, Rosemary told herself resentfully),
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Rosemary, where is Sarah?
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I don't care where she is! cried Rosemary, whirling around on the piano bench.
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I'm tired of always being asked where Sarah and Shirley are. I don't care!
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I don't think you ought to speak to me like that,
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Coming!
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I'm sorry I was cross, Auntie, she whispered.
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You know I didn't mean it.
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Come on uptown and have a soda, he suggested.
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Perhaps it will cool you off--you look slightly wild.
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I feel wild, admitted Rosemary, falling into step beside him.
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This has been the most dreadful day!
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Weather's enough to make anyone cross, said the boy quickly.
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I'll bet the trouble is you're doing everyone's work. Hugh ought to make Sarah stir around. She's lazy.
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No, I don't think she is lazy, protested Rosemary,
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Only, well you know Jack, it was more fun doing the things you have to do when Mother was home. I can't explain it very well, but I remember last summer Sarah thought she'd wash the upstairs windows to surprise Mother--Winnie was sick and Mother happened to say she didn't know when in the world the windows would get cleaned. Sarah heard her and the next day she lugged up a pail of water and a cloth and tried to wash them. She splashed water all over the wall paper and made an awful mess of it, but Mother kissed her and praised her and said she was glad she had such a helpful little daughter. Aunt Trudy isn't like that and Sarah likes to be praised for what she does. Aunt Trudy never tells her she makes a bed well, but if there is a wrinkle in the spread she shows her that. Sarah made the beds all right for a long time, but now she goes off mornings and plays.
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I knew it, nodded Jack,
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Morning, corrected Rosemary, laughing.
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Oh, Jack how do you know so much? I don't see how I could get along without you, because you're the only one who listens to my troubles. Hugh is a dear, but he is so busy, and we're forbidden to write anything that will bother Mother.
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Fire into me any time you feel like it, invited Jack, steering her toward the drug-store steps and the soda fountain therein.
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I'm always ready to listen and if you want any punching done, just let me know.