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Chapter 17
AllI’vegottodoisputwhateverisn’teatenbackwhereitcamefrom,andwashupacoupleofextradishes."
"Justdoasyou’retold;it’ssomuchnicer."
"Gettingbacktothesubject,"Feepursued,"Idon’tthinkthere’sanythingtodiscuss.It’smyopinionthatJustineoughttobeallowedtotry,andwillprobablydoverywell."
"IwishIcouldbesosure,"saidMeggieglumly.
"Haveyoubeenonaboutfameandglory,Justine?"hergrandmotherdemanded.
"Theyenterthepicture,"saidJustine,puttingtheoldbrownkitchenteapotonthetabledefiantlyandsittingdowninahurry."Nowdon’tcomplain,Mum;I’mnotmakingteainasilverpotforthekitchenandthat’sfinal."
"Theteapotisperfectlyappropriate,"Meggiesmiled.
"Oh,that’sgood!There’snothinglikeanicecupoftea,"sighedFee,sipping."Justine,whydoyoupersistinputtingthingstoyourmothersobadly?Youknowitisn’taquestionoffameandfortune.It’saquestionofself,isn’tit?"
"Self,Nanna?"
"Ofcourse.Self.Actingiswhatyoufeelyouweremeanttodo,isn’tthatright?"
"Yes."
"Thenwhycouldn’tyouhaveexplaineditsotoyourmother?Whyupsetherwithalotofflippantnonsense?"
Justineshrugged,drankherteadownandpushedtheemptycuptowardhermotherformore."Dunno,"shesaid.
"I-don’t-know,"Feecorrected."You’llarticulateproperlyonthestage,Itrust.Butselfiswhyyouwanttobeanactress,isn’tit?"
"Isupposeso,"answeredJustinereluctantly.
