Throughout
the evening, Thekla had seemed to be enjoying herself. She had been
quite civil, even to the Hamels, and they, being good-natured girls,
had met her half-way. It is true she had begun badly, for she had had
an argument with Matron over the dress she should wear. The domestic
tyrant had caught Miss Thekla just about to put on a blue muslin frock
over her frilliest underthings, and had promptly ordered her to remove
them and get back into the sensible gym-knickers they were all to wear.
She had refused to listen to a word, and had only gone when she had
seen Thekla beginning to remove them. But Thekla was obstinate. Once
Matron had gone, she had refastened her petticoat. She dare not do
anything but put on her brown velvet frock, which was the ordinary wear
of the girls in the evenings; but she argued that no one was likely to
ask her what she was wearing underneath, Thekla had a passion for what
Joey stigmatised as ‘fluffies,’ and there were far too few
opportunities for wearing them at School. She was resolved not to let
this one slip. |