It was totally unfair, quite unsportsmanlike, and womanly! Only a woman would take fun in such a cat and mouse game of subtle cruelty. If ever I had been aware of my hand-me-down girls' clothes it wasn't until this moment when I was squarely placed between manly courage and all-too girlish actions. Could they really expect me, a Duke's son, to beg for permission to be trained a a dometic?
'Proper station' indeed!
And did they actually intend to keep me here?
"I shall not! I am not a girl, I am a man!"
The three women laughed in dear appreciation of my joke!
"I am! I am! I am!" I screamed stamping my foot in frenzied anger, tearing at my dress. "I will not be made sport of!"
Miss Adams turned to the solid oak table and with force equal to my exclamations, she struck it with the switch! "You will! You will! You will!"
The savage violence of her blows terrified me! Suddenly I saw her turn upon me! "No please, no! I'll be good, really I will! Please!"