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“Now you come back and tell her how sorry you are, and hurry, or you’ll be late for school.”
He came in shyly with his mother and came up to Catherine; her face was swollen and red and she looked at him bleakly.
“Rufus wants to tell you how sorry he is, Catherine, he hurt your feelings,” their mother said.
Catherine looked at him, brutally and doubtfully.
“I am sorry, Catherine,” he said. “Honest to goodness I am. Because you’re a little, little girl, and…”
But with this Catherine exploded into a roar of angry tears, and brought both fists down into her plate, and Rufus, dumfounded, was hustled brusquely off to school.
