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buttoning his own clothes. “Stand still,” he said, because to tell her so seemed only a proper part of carrying out his duty.Catherine did not like being buttoned up by Rufus or bossed around by him, and breakfast wasn’t like breakfast either. Aunt Hannah didn’t say anything and neither did Rufus and neither did she, and she felt that even if she wanted to say anything she oughtn’t. Everything was queer, it was so still and it seemed dark. Aunt Hannah sliced the banana so thin on the Post Toasties it looked cold and wet and slimy. She gave each of them a little bit of coffee in their milk and she made Rufus’ a little bit darker than hers. She didn’t say, “Eat”;
“I am,” Catherine replied, with such firmness that he said no more.
That was all that either of them said before they went down to breakfast.
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