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Mrs. Corry
Twohushedvoicescamefrombehindthecounter.
"No,Mother,"saidMissFanniemeekly.
"Wewerejustgoingto,Mother—"beganMissAnnieinafrightenedwhisper.
AtthatMrs.Corrydrewherselfuptoherfullheightandregardedhergiganticdaughtersfuriously.Thenshesaidinasoft,fierce,terrifyingvoice:
"Justgoingto?Oh,indeed!Thatisveryinteresting.Andwho,mayIask,Annie,gaveyoupermissiontogiveawaymygingerbread—?"
"Nobody,Mother.AndIdidn’tgiveitaway.Ionlythought—"
"Youonlythought!Thatisverykindofyou.ButIwillthankyounottothink.Icandoallthethinkingthatisnecessaryhere!"saidMrs.Corryinhersoft,terriblevoice.Thensheburstintoaharshcackleoflaughter.
"Lookather!Justlookather!Cowardy-custard!Cry-baby!"sheshrieked,pointingherknottyfingeratherdaughter.
JaneandMichaelturnedandsawalargetearcoursingdownMissAnnie’shuge,sadface,buttheydidnotliketosayanything,for,inspiteofhertininess,Mrs.Corrymadethemfeelrathersmallandfrightened.ButassoonasMrs.CorrylookedtheotherwayJaneseizedtheopportunitytoofferMissAnnieherhandkerchief.Thehugetearcompletelydrenchedit,andMissAnnie,withagratefullook,wrungitoutbeforeshereturnedittoJane.
"Andyou,Fannie—didyouthink,too,Iwonder?"Thehighlittlevoicewasnowdirectedattheotherdaughter.
"No,Mother,"saidMissFannietrembling.
"Humph!Justaswellforyou!Openthatcase!"
Withfrightened,fumblingfingers,MissFannieopenedtheglasscase.
"Now,mydarlings,"saidMrs.Corryinquiteadifferentvoice.
