I shall go back, for a short time, to the way things were
at home when I was small. I was very strictly raised. With the
exception of Tommy Gray, who lives next door and only is about
my age, I was never permitted to know any of the Other Sex.
Looking back, I am sure that the present way society is
organized is really to blame for everything. I am being frank,
and that is the way I feel. I was too strictly raised. I always
had a Governess taging along. Until I came here to school I had
never walked to the corner of the next street unattended. If it
wasn't Mademoiselle it was mother's maid, and if it wasn't
either of them, it was mother herself, telling me to hold my
toes out and my shoulder blades in. As I have said, I never knew
any of the Other Sex, except the miserable little beasts at
dancing school. I used to make faces at them when Mademoiselle
was putting on my slippers and pulling out my hair bow. They
were totaly uninteresting, and I used to put pins in my sash, so
that they would get scratched.
Their pumps mostly squeaked, and nobody noticed it,
although I have known my parents to dismiss a Butler who creaked
at the table.
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