thill by the stream! You have to come and see!"
"But I have to have Miss Mellie with me wherever I go. It''s my father''s instruction," Charlene replied.
"Just get rid of her," Edith said nonchalantly.
Charlene looked hesitant. "But Miss Mellie checks up on me every now and then. She''ll easily notice if I''m not here."
Edith thought for a moment, then excitedly leaned closer to Charlene and said, "You can throw a tantrum to her! Scare her so she won''t dare to show 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?" Char