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Meg had been playing in the garden all the morning, and when mama called
her in she had earth on her hands, and smuts on her face, and she looked
such a grubby little thing.
Mama smiled. "You have been having a good time, Meg," she said.
And she put a tin bason with some soap and warm water in it on a
chair where Meg could reach.
"Now, then, wash your hands and face, dear. Dada will soon be in for
dinner."