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Connie
disliked
her
;
the
spoilt
,
false
little
female
.
Nevertheless
she
wiped
her
face
and
took
her
hand
.
The
keeper
saluted
in
silence
.
’
Good
morning
!
’
said
Connie
.
It
was
nearly
a
mile
to
the
cottage
,
and
Connie
senior
was
well
bored
by
Connie
junior
by
the
time
the
game
-
keeper
’
s
picturesque
little
home
was
in
sight
.
The
child
was
already
as
full
to
the
brim
with
tricks
as
a
little
monkey
,
and
so
self
-
assured
.
At
the
cottage
the
door
stood
open
,
and
there
was
a
rattling
heard
inside
.
Connie
lingered
,
the
child
slipped
her
hand
,
and
ran
indoors
.
’
Gran
!
Gran
!
’
’
Why
,
are
yer
back
a
’
ready
!
’
The
grandmother
had
been
blackleading
the
stove
,
it
was
Saturday
morning
.
She
came
to
the
door
in
her
sacking
apron
,
a
blacklead
-
brush
in
her
hand
,
and
a
black
smudge
on
her
nose
.
She
was
a
little
,
rather
dry
woman
.
’
Why
,
whatever
?
’
she
said
,
hastily
wiping
her
arm
across
her
face
as
she
saw
Connie
standing
outside
.
’
Good
morning
!
’
said
Connie
.
’
She
was
crying
,
so
I
just
brought
her
home
.
’
The
grandmother
looked
around
swiftly
at
the
child
:
