Lakshman had been saving for a bicycle for some time. His weekly money from his father, gifts from aunts and uncles and granparents, all this was carefully saved. In fact Lakshman lived for the day when there would be enough for that cicycle. But dislike of his stepmother was so great that he could not even imagine himself accepting a bicycle from her.He bit off a piece of sugarcane and said crossly, ‘I am not going out with her to buy her to buy a pair of shoes.’