said indignantly. âIt is a private matter, and â¦Â weâre not supposed to have letters from boys in our rooms. Academy rules. Anyway, Roderick doesnât â¦Â um â¦Â well, he does not wish for others to know he is a poet. Heâs afraid they will think him unmanly.â
âThatâs ridiculous,â said Madame Iree, and Oona had to agree. For a boy so concerned with being chivalrous, she thought it silly for Roderick to worry about what others thought of his poetry. Madame Iree wandered to the dressing table, where she picked up the blue ribbon Isadora had won earlier that day. âHave you figured out your clue yet, Miss Crate?â
The question took Oona by surprise, and she couldnât help but feel a hint of challenge in it. Perhaps even a taunt.
Like mother like daughter
, Oona thought before saying: âI â¦Â um â¦Â am working on it.â
Madame Iree nodded confidently and glanced at Isadora. The two of them grinned at each other, as if they held a great secret.
âAnd you, Isadora?â Oona found herself asking, and hating herself for giving in to the trap. âHow are you doing with the clue?â
Isadora sank back into her pillow and waggled her eyebrows. âFigured it out hours ago. Really, Iâm surprised you havenât gotten it yet.â She feigned a yawn, and then snapped her fingers. âEasy as one â¦Â two â¦Â three.â
Madame Iree clapped her hands together. âThatâs my girl. Smart as a whip.â
Oona knew that if Deacon had been there, he would have been helpless to correct Madame Iree, explaining that the saying was actually â
quick
as a whip.â She suddenly wished for his company.
It was only moments later that she had reason to wish for his company a second time, though this time for protection rather than grammatical advice.
âLook at the hem of that dress!â said a sharp, foreboding voice from behind Oona.
She turned to find Headmistress Duvet looming in the doorway. Her glass eye gave the impression that it was looking sideways at her good eye: the good eye that presently leered menacingly at Oonaâs feet.
Oona looked down for the first time that evening and could see where the hem of her dress had been burned in the ape house challenge, and it became painfully obvious what the girls on the stairs had been laughing at. She hadbeen so preoccupied with losing to Isadoraânot to mention the mystery of the missing punchbowlâthat sheâd neglected to change her dress. Oonaâs white, stocking-clad ankles showed beneath the dark burned fabric, and the dress appeared several inches shorter than when she had first put it on that morning.
âOh,â she said, examining her ankle. âThatâs â¦Â um â¦Â well â¦Â thatâsââ
âHighly improper!â said Headmistress Duvet, her good eye all at once gleaming even brighter than her glass one, and it wasnât until it was too late that Oona noticed the cane from the entryway in the womanâs hand. The headmistress raised it up, the word IMPROPER printed on the paddle as large as a newspaper headline, and Oona closed her eyes in anticipation of impact.
S he actually swatted you?â Deacon perched himself atop the mirror, sounding aghast.
Oona eased herself onto the chair in front of her dressing table, a bag of never-melting ice beneath her aching bum.
âShe did indeed,â she said, âand I canât believe you let me go out dressed like that. Either of you.â
Samuligan stood attentively near the door, his crescent grin just visible beneath the shadow of his cowboy hat. âI thought it rather becoming. Though, admittedly, ahead of its time. Just wait, three months from now, all the girls will be burning the hems of their skirts, and the dress shops of Dark Street will reek of smoke from the Glass Gates all the
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