“You’re a bad, wicked, horrid girl,” she said.
Weenie lost her balance and staggered against Dolly.
“You’re a howid, wicked, bad girl,” said Dolly, and pushed her back.
The return push gave her into Phyl’s power again. That young person caught her by her bare shoulders and gave her a slight shake.
“How dare you touch our things?” she said.
Dolly ran to her and gave her another little shake.
“How dare you touch our things?” she said.
Weenie burst into tears, the heartbroken tears of injured innocence. She had not dreamed of doing injury to the counterpane; it had seemed a beautiful thing to her to take it surreptitiously and wash it so well for them; she had thought they would be delighted when they saw it fresh and clean, for they had been saying the lining was getting dirty for a long time.
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]She flung herself down in a miserable shivering heap on the floor.
But the elder girls left her alone, and took their anger and the counterpane behind the screen.