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"What you rode?" she said "When I told you not to you naughty naughty child" (I felt just like laughing) "You did it just because you thought I would not know" 

"Why I just told you I had ridden, I am sure I did not have to." I exclaimed 

"Yes but you know you did it just out of naughtiness 

I knew I had not and consequently felt very badly that Mama thought so

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dreadfully of me. She must think me most dreadful creature alive, especially after what she said on Sunday. "And for a punishment you shall not ride for a week" she continued.

It was all I could do to keep back the tears but I made up my mind I would not make a fool of myself and have and have red eyes to go out to lunch with. For I lunched with Sybil and we had a lovely afternoon.
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