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hard to braid. When she jumps it all gets tangled again and she jumps every moment.”
Cornelli now came back and ate her soup. Her seat was beside her cousin and faced the other lady.
“What is sticking to your dress here?” asked Miss Dorner, looking with disgust at the little skirt. Something was really hanging from the bottom. “Can this be hay or straw? It certainly does not look orderly. I hope you have not come from the stable!”
“Yes, I have,” replied Cornelli.
“How horrid! Indeed, I can even smell it. That is too much!” she exclaimed. “I am sure your father would not let you go there if he knew about it.”
“Oh, certainly; he goes himself,” Cornelli retorted.
“Do not reply impertinently. In the case of your father it is quite different,” explained Miss Dorner. “I want to tell you something which you must remember. If you are allowed go to the stable and you enjoy doing it, you can go. But when afterwards you come to your meals, you must first go to your room.
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