QUOTE : Of course, you will be missing your old school – what name is it, now – ah, yes – your Measley Manor, is it not?’ A shout of laughter deafened her. ‘Oh, Mam’zelle – you’re priceless!’ almost wept Belinda. ‘You always hit the nail on the head!’ ‘The nail? What nail?’ asked Mam’zelle, looking all round as if she expected to see a nail suspended in the air somewhere. ‘I have hit nothing. Do not tease me now. It is too hot!’ She turned to Maureen again. ‘They interrupt their kind old Mam’zelle,’ she said, smiling down at the fluffy-haired Maureen. ‘I was asking you about your lovely Measley Manor.’ This time it was too much. Maureen’s look of offended disgust with Mam’zelle and with the laughing girls made them roll on the grass in an agony of mirth. Mam’zelle was astonished. What had she said that was so funny? ‘All I ask is about this lovely . . .’ she began again, in bewilderment. Nobody stopped laughing. Maureen got up and walked off in a huff.