It was, of course, impossible to tell whether this compliment was directed at the idea of a crumb communication system or whether Professor Lefoux was complimenting Sophronia on coming up with an excuse for Dimity's mishandling of buns. "Perhaps you should stick to less messy forms of communication. "That requires further study." Sophronia was brazen to the end. "And how do you propose to control quantity when utilizing less adhesive bread items?" "The number and location of the crumbs indicates intent." "We are working on a language for crumb and currant communication." "Miss Plumleigh-Teignmott, what are you doing to that bun? Your fingers are all over sticky.
"What to wear?" murmured Dimity, rolling a Chelsea bun between thumb and forefinger. Professor Lefoux's lip was curled in disgust as she stood to make the supervisory rounds. Professor Braithwope was bouncing in his chair like a delighted baby, although he would not be attending.
The debuts were in a tight huddle over the Scones of Iniquity and the Jam of Trepidation. She had very flushed cheeks that suggested interest-or possibly paralytic fear. Agatha Woosmoss, their other close friend, was notably reticent when confronted with large gatherings involving the opposite sex. Sophronia sipped her tea, feeling victorious, green eyes assessing the reactions of those around her. So she turned her back on Sophronia and her friends. Preshea couldn't refute that-in a way, it was quite the compliment. You should be thrilled, since you prefer your young men innocent and ripe for the plucking," shot back Sophronia. "We know all the boys there, and most of the best prospects have gone on to university."
"It's only Bunson's," Preshea Buss said to Dimity.
#Manners and mutiny full#
Lady Linette put a gentling hand to the headmistress's arm, wary of a full infection of flutterings. She would not be attending said ball, as she never left school grounds, but she appreciated that her young ladies of quali-tay were about to engage in a social event of great import. A ball, at last!" Dimity Plumleigh-Teignmott sank back into her chair in delight.Īt the head table, Mademoiselle Geraldine finished her announcement with a similar collapse, stays heaving with repressed excitement.
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