“And what’s that?” Billy impatiently asked.
“Well I explained to her how bratty and boisterous boys can be, how much of a handful they are and how I had no intention of housing one.” she told him. “…and I described how pleasant and charming you’ve become now that you’re dressing like a girl, and how pretty you look.” she said. “I told her about your corset training and that I intended to let your hair grow so you could wear ringlets as well as ribbons and you mother said it all sounded very nice and she wished she could be here with you.”
“Oh.” Billy thoughtfully replied. “Does that mean she wants me to be a girl too?” he asked as he looked up at Mrs Postlethwaite. She nodded and smiled through pursed lips. “But I’ll never be a real girl.” Billy said.
