children. I donât want you to recite; Iâm not fond of children reciting. Instead you will go outside the door and think out a little story, a fairy story, anything you like, and come back and act it.â
In the passage outside the children leant against the wall and tried to think what they could act. Sorrel knew right away that Mark would have to be a bear, as he was in that sort of mood, and Holly would have to pretend that she was well dressed, but for the life of her she could not think at first of a story that would fit these characters. Neither Mark nor Holly were any help, for Mark kept suggesting, âLetâs act the animals going into the Ark,â or âLetâs act the children being eaten by bears in the Bible,â and Holly would only say, âIâd like to be a butterfly; no I wouldnât, Iâll be a queen.â Then suddenly Sorrel thought of something.
âLetâs do a kind of Red Riding Hood. Letâs have a little girl sent out to look for strawberries in the woods because theyâre hungry at home, and thereâs nothing to eat; and in the wood the little girl meets a bear and sheâs terrified and runs home, and the bear follows her and he turns out to be a prince and he marries the little girlâs mother and they live happily ever after.â
âWhere was the little girlâs father?â asked Mark.
âHe died of smallpox,â Sorrel invented, âand thatâs why theyâre hungry, because thereâs no one to work for them.â
âPretty rotten for the bear having to turn into a prince,â Mark argued.
Sorrel lost her temper.
âAll right then, think of a better story yourself. Iâve made you a bear and Holly can be as dressed up as she likes to think she is, and all I am is just an old mother cleaning the house. I think youâre jolly selfish.â
âKeep your hair on,â said Mark. âWeâll do your story. Only I shouldnât think youâre as old as all that, otherwise why does the prince marry you? Princes donât.â
Sorrel was so thankful to have got a story settled that she did not bother to argue with him.
âCome on,â she said nervously. âLetâs do it just once before we go in.â
As soon as the door had shut on the children Madame Fidolia went to her desk and picked up a printed list and gave it to Hannah. Hannah was carrying a large brown bag with a zip fastener. She undid it and took out her spectacles. She put them on and read the list. It said across the top: âChildrenâs Academy of Dancing and Stage Training. Rompers, two (pattern to be obtained from the Academy). Tarlatan dresses, white, two. Knickers, frilled, two. Sandal shoes, white satin. Black patent-leather ankle-strap shoes. White socks, six pairs. Face towels, rough, two. Overalls, two (to be obtained from the Academy).â And at the bottom, in large letters, âEverything must be clearly marked with the childâs name.â Hannah knew just what state the childrenâs coupon books were in, so she just stared at the list, looking hopeless. Madame did not give her time to worry long.
âThatâs an old list, of course, from before the war. As you probably noticed at the elementary class weâve just been in to, all the childrenâs things are made of different colours, and quite a lot of them were wearing shorts. I donât like shorts myself as they donât wash so easily as the rompers. Have the children got bathing dresses?â
âThe little girls have, but Markâs are only a pair of drawers.â
âWell, with their shorts and shirts and their bathing things, I expect they can manage. The other clothes are more difficult. They must have tunics of some sort for ballet. I find that necessary even to-day. Itâs hard for a child to be graceful in a bathing dress. I may be old-fashioned. I was myself a pupil from the age of
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