When Charlotta was in good spirits , they always hung perkily over each shoulder , tied up with enormous bows of sky-blue ribbon . `` What have you done this time ? '' asked Miss Corona , without the slightest intention of being humorous or sarcastic . `` I 've -- I 've bruk your green and yaller bowl , '' sniffed Charlotta . `` Did n't mean to , Miss C'rona . It jest slipped out so fashion ` fore I c 'd grab holt on it . And it 's bruk into forty millyun pieces . Ai n't I the onluckiest girl ? '' `` You certainly are , '' sighed Miss Corona . At any other time she would have been filled with dismay over the untoward fate of her green and yellow bowl , which had belonged to her great-grandmother and had stood on the hall table to hold flowers as long as she could remember . But just now her heart was so sore over the Quarrel that there was no room for other regrets . `` Well , well , crying wo n't mend it . I suppose it is a judgment on me for staying abed so late . Go and sweep up the pieces , and do try and be a little more careful , Charlotte . '' `` Yes 'm , '' said Charlotta meekly . She dared not resent being called Charlotte just then . `` And I 'll tell you what I 'll do , ma'am , to make up , I 'll go and weed the garden . Yes 'm , I 'll do it beautiful . '' `` And pull up more flowers than weeds , '' Miss Corona reflected mournfully . But it did not matter ; nothing mattered .
She saw Charlotta sally forth into the XXXXX with a determined , do-or-die expression surmounting her freckles , without feeling interest enough to go and make sure that she did not root out all the late asters in her tardy and wilfully postponed warfare on weeds .
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