The thorn birds

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I left her and Sister Declan and Sister Catherine looking through every head in the school, and there turned out to be a lot of lousy ones. Those three nuns were scratching themselves like mad when they thought no one was watching." He grinned at the memory, then he saw Meggie''s head again and sobered. He stared at her grimly. "As for you, young lady, no more Dagos or anyone except your brothers. If they aren''t good enough for you, too bad. Bob, I''m telling you that Meggie''s to have nothing to do with anyone except you and the boys while she''s at school, do you hear?" Bob nodded. "Yes, Daddy." The next morning Meggie was horrified to discover that she was expected to go to school as usual.
"No, no, I can''t go!" she moaned, her hands clutching at her head. "Mum, Mum, I can''t go to school like this, not with Sister Agatha!" "Oh, yes, you can," her mother replied, ignoring Frank''s imploring looks. "It''ll teach you a lesson." So off to school went Meggie, her feet dragging and her head done up in a brown bandanna. Sister Agatha ignored her entirely, but at playtime the other girls caught her and tore her scarf away to see what she looked like. Her face was only mildly disfigured, but her head when uncovered was a horrible sight, oozing and angry. The moment he saw what was going on Bob came over, and took his sister away into a secluded corner of the cricket pitch.
"Don''t you take any notice of them, Meggie," he said roughly, tying the scarf around her head awkwardly and patting her stiff shoulders.
"Spiteful little cats! I wish I''d thought to catch some of those things out of your head; I''m sure they''d keep. The minute everyone forgot, I''d sprinkle a few heads with a new lot." The other Cleary boys gathered around, and they sat guarding Meggie until the bell rang.
Teresa Annunzio came to school briefly at lunchtime, her head shaven. She tried to attack Meggie, but the boys held her off easily. As she backed away she flung her right arm up in the air, its fist clenched, and slapped her left hand on its biceps in a fascinating, mysterious gesture no one understood, but which the boys avidly filed away for future use. "I hate you!" Teresa screamed. "Me dad''s got to move out of the district because of what your dad did to him!" She turned and ran from the playground, howling.
Meggie held her head up and kept her eyes dry. She was learning. It didn''t matter what anyone else thought, it didn''t, it didn''t! The other girls avoided her, half because they were frightened of Bob and Jack, half because the word had got around their parents and they had been instructed to keep away; being thick with the Clearys usually meant trouble of some kind. So Meggie passed the last few days of school "fin Coventry," as they called it, which meant she was totally ostracized. Even Sister Agatha respected the new policy, and took her rages out on Stuart instead. As were all birthdays among the little ones if they 51 fell on a school day, Meggie''s birthday celebration was delayed until Saturday, when she received the longedfor willow pattern tea set.
It was arranged on a beautifully crafted ultramarine table and chairs made in Frank''s nonexistent spare time, and Agnes was seated on one of the two tiny chairs wearing a new blue dress made in Fee''s nonexistent spare time. Meggie stared dismally at the blue-and-white designs gamboling all around each small piece; at the fantastic trees with their funny puffy blossoms, at the ornate little pagoda, at the strangely stilled pair of birds and the minute figures eternally fleeing across the kinky bridge. It had lost every bit of its enchantment. But dimly she understood why the family had beggared itself to get her the thing they thought dearest to her heart. So she dutifully made tea for Agnes in the tiny square teapot and went through the ritual as if in ecstasy. And she continued doggedly to use it for years, never breaking or so much as chipping a single piece. No one ever dreamed that she loathed the willow pattern tea set, the blue table and chairs, and Agnes''s blue dress.

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