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When she saw the stains on her frock, she was angry and ran after Malàsha to strike her.

          Malàsha was frightened, and seeing that she had got herself into trouble, she scrambled
          out of the puddle, and prepared to run home. Just then, Akoūlya’s mother happened to be
          passing, and seeing that her daughter’s skirt was splashed, and her sleeves dirty, she said:

          “You naughty, dirty girl, what have you been doing?”

          ‘Malàsha did it on purpose’, replied the girl. At this Akoūlya’s mother seized Malàsha, and
          struck her on the back of her neck. Malàsha began to howl so loudly that she could be heard

          all down the street. Now Malàsha’s mother came out.

          “What are you beating my girl for?” said she and began scolding her neighbour. One word
          led to another and they had an angry quarrel. The men came out, and a crowd collected
          in the street, everyone shouting and no one listening. They went on quarrelling, till one

          gave another a push, and the affair had very nearly come to blows, when Akoūlya’s old
          grandmother, stepping in among them, tried to calm them.

          ‘What are you thinking of, friends? Is it right to behave so? On a day like this, too! It’s a time
          for rejoicing, and not for such folly as this.’

          They would not listen to the old woman and nearly knocked her off her feet. While the

          women were abusing each other, Akoūlya had wiped the mud off her frock, and gone back to
          the puddle.

                                                She took a stone and began  scraping away the earth in

                                                    front of the puddle to make a channel through which
                                                        the water could run out into the street. Presently

                                                          Malàsha joined her, and with a chip of wood

                                                           helped her dig the channel. Just as the men were
                                                            beginning to fight, the water from the little girls

                                                             channel ran streaming into the street towards

                                                              the very place where the old woman was trying
                                                              to pacify the men.

                                                               The girls followed it; one running each side of

                                                                the little stream.

                                                                “Catch it, Malàsha! Catch it!” shouted

                                                                Akoūlya; while Malàsha  could  not  stop
                                                               laughing.





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