She went to bed wakeful. It was marvellously like being at school again.
What could Flossie want to see her about that was so important? She
tried to pretend to herself that she didn't know. After all, perhaps it
wasn't that.
But she knew that it was the instant Flossie put up her hands in order to
take off her hat. Flossie always took off her hat when she meant to be
unpleasant. It was her way of pulling up her sleeves. They had their
tea first. They seemed both agreed that that would be best. And then
Flossie pushed back her chair and sat up.
She had just the head mistress expression. Joan wasn't quite sure she
oughtn't to stand. But, controlling the instinct, leant back in her
chair, and tried to look defiant without feeling it.
"How far are you going?" demanded Flossie.
Joan was not in a comprehending mood.
"If you're going the whole hog, that's something I can understand,"
continued Flossie. "If not, you'd better pull up."
"What do you mean by the whole hog?" requested Joan, assuming dignity.
"Oh, don't come the kid," advised Flossie.
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