ow up again!"
Charlene shook her head, "I don''t know if I can do that. I don''t think I''ve ever had a tantrum before."
The next day, while the governess Miss Mellie was combing Charlene''s hair on the porch, Charlene suddenly struck her hand and knocked the comb to the ground, angrily shouting, "Oh, bother you! You''ve messed up my hair! It won''t curl anymore!"
"I''m sorry, little Mademoiselle. His lordship the Count instructed, the doctor said that combing your hair like this regularly is good for your blood circulation, and helps you recover your health faster. Please bear with it," Miss Mellie explained, holding another wooden comb and about to reach out again.
Charlene screamed at her, "I don''t want to listen! Stay away from me now, and don''t appear before my eyes until dinnertime!"
"But, Mademoiselle..." The governess had never seen the young mistress get so mad and was unsure what to do.
"Do you want me to go tell Father?" Charlene leaned on the armrest of her wheelchair, turning to face her, threateningly.
Miss Mellie hastily gave a curtsy. "Yes, Mademoiselle Saint-Clemont, I''ll get down right now. But please, do not wander around!"
After Miss Mellie went inside, Edith emerged from the corner of the bushes and ran up to Charlene. They clasped their hands together and couldn''t help but burst into laughter, laughing so hard that their stomachs hurt.
"You played it so well, Charlene!" Edith began, but couldn''t control her laughter, "I bet you really scared her away!"
"Let''s go see the ants you were talking about," Charlene said proudly, tossing her beautiful long hair.
Edith pushed Charlene all the way to the streamlet, only to find that the big anthill had been destroyed.
Edith pouted and got very angry, "Hmph, must be those annoying boys! Next time I find something good, I must hide it and never let those bad guys find out!"
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