“You won’t go back,” their mother comforted Amy that night. “That school is full of spoiled, badly brought-up children. Still, it was your fault too, You did break the rules.”
“I h-had t-to…” Amy couldn’t stop crying. “It was so humiliating not having any pickled limes.”
“I’ll teach you at home instead,” Jo offered later, picking up her hat as she spoke.
“Th-thank you,” Amy gulped. “Where are you going, Jo?”
“To see a play with Laurie.”