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(from Little Women)

No sooner had the guest bowed himself out than Jenny, under the pretense of asking an important question, informed Mr. Davis, the teacher, that Amy March had pickled limes in her desk. …

“Bring the rest immediately.” With a despairing glance at her set, she obeyed. “You are sure there are no more?”

“I never lie, sir.”

“So I see. Now take these disgusting things two by two, and throw them out the window.”

(sarah d. bunting // tomato nation):One of the most satisfying moments in children’s literature, in my personal opinion. I’ve always hated Amy March, and when that little brat has to huck all her limes out the window and gets whacked across the palm with a ruler to boot, reader, I smirk every time. Of course, it totally ruins it that she gets to storm home from school in the middle of the day and stay home forever because Marmee is a pinko who doesn’t believe in capital punishment, and then she destroys Jo’s shit and the whole family’s all “she feels terrible, let’s forgive her in five minutes” LIKE HOW ABOUT LET’S MAKE HER LIVE ON THE ROOF, AND THEN Captain Hormone Pianopants Laurie has to go and marry her, like, oh, she does sketches and will french me in a rowboat on the Continent, well la dee fucking da.

But for that brief shining moment, as the dreaded Irish children scuffle over the pickled limes, we older siblings could feel like we’d seen some justice.

i don’t think I’ve ever agreed with anything so hard.

[via @saidichen, in whose laugh-debt i eternally remain]