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Apr. 17th, 2008 09:53 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
mistressmaryquitecontraryMary has been packed off to school, and she is not pleased. Friday and Saturday, the first two days there, she spent in a sulk; now it is Sunday, and - well, to be honest, she's still sulking.
There are no classes on Sundays. Instead, the girls wake up early to attend church, and then return for Sunday dinner - the one time during the week when the male professors eat with the students and their female teacher-chaperones. The students, of course, sit arranged neatly at the bottom of the long table; the headmistress and the teachers arrange themselves at the top.
Today, the new staff member, Master Wolfe, sits next to the headmistress in the place of honor. Mary's heard about him, mostly because Lottie, who caught sight of him on Friday as he came to arrange his office, can't seem to shut up about him. For that very reason she's determined to take no note of him, and sits, instead, glowering at her food.
It's better on Sundays than it is on other days, but Mary is in no mood to appreciate that.
There are no classes on Sundays. Instead, the girls wake up early to attend church, and then return for Sunday dinner - the one time during the week when the male professors eat with the students and their female teacher-chaperones. The students, of course, sit arranged neatly at the bottom of the long table; the headmistress and the teachers arrange themselves at the top.
Today, the new staff member, Master Wolfe, sits next to the headmistress in the place of honor. Mary's heard about him, mostly because Lottie, who caught sight of him on Friday as he came to arrange his office, can't seem to shut up about him. For that very reason she's determined to take no note of him, and sits, instead, glowering at her food.
It's better on Sundays than it is on other days, but Mary is in no mood to appreciate that.
