Clarissa is Cracked/Transcript

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D.W.: Here she is, Grandma!

Grandma: Why, she almost looks prettier than when I lent her to you! You took good care of her. Arthur, you were going to let me read that A+ report of yours.

D.W.: I confess! I broke Clarissa, and Arthur's teacher who was really nice (and not scary like Arthur says) fixed her, but it's wrong to lie, so I'm telling you. Even though you'll never trust me again and - that's all. I'm done.

Grandma: D.W., Clarissa's broken many times over the years, and I've had her fixed, just like you did.

D.W.: Really?

Grandma: Your getting her repaired shows that not only are you trustworthy, you're very responsible.

D.W.: Well, yes! That's exactly right!

Grandma: And that's exactly the kind of girl Clarissa needs to take care of her all the time.

D.W. (hugs her grandmother) Oh, thank you, Grandma!

(Clarissa is sitting between two pictures of her owners on a windowsill)