Oh, it’s going to be such fun at Ringmere, we’ll be with all our friends from Redroofs and ...

.. and we’ll play hockey and have our own bedroom and study, I can't wait!

Neither can I. Oh, I do hope the food is as good, I’ve heard it’s scrumptious! Frances told me it was a really exclusive school, you know, only girls with rich parents go there we’ll fit in so well

Yes, and Mary told me that we have to wear evening wear for dinner, how elegant!

Mother, why are you pulling that strange face, you look like a squirrel, what on earth’s the matter?

Is your dinner not to your liking, would you like me to ask the maid to make something else for you? (Patricia looks shocked)

St Clare’s??? ISABEL & PATRICIA: What? Mother you’re not serious, please tell us you’re joking, we’re not going to Ringmere, St Clare’s! … NO, please!
But Mother, St Clare's is just not right for us, all our friends are going to Ringmere, St Clare’s … it’s well, … it’s common

Mother says we’re snobs … Mother, we are not ‘snobs’!

What’s a ‘snob’ Izzy?

Well it’s not us, that’s for sure, but it means we think we’re better than others, you know .. above them, and we’re not .. are we? Mother we’re not!

But Mother, at St Clare’s they have dormitories of 12 girls .. all in the same room, I can’t imagine how horrid that would be!

.. and there are no maids, how could we possibly survive without a maid? they don’t even play Hockey at St Clare’s .. they play ….. Lacrosse!! … Catching the ball in a net instead of hitting it!

(to ISABEL) Apparently Daddy says it’s a ‘sensible’ school

Well, I’m going to call Daddy now and ask him what he thinks. Anyway who wants to go to a sensible school? I know I don’t want to .. and I shan’t. Daddy’s sure to understand! (PATRICIA phones DADDY)

Hi Daddy, Mother says we’re going to St Clare’s. Daddy pleeease! We’d be so unhappy!! Those dreadful girls at St Clare’s wear hideous clothes, and they don’t brush their hair, I’m sure they have nits as well, please don’t send us there, pleeease!! (DADDY responds in a firm manner)

(Gasps) Daddy! How can you be so cruel? Well, we shan’t try at all at St Clare’s and there’s an end to it! (starts to sob, puts phone on chair)

(Picks phone up) Sorry Daddy, Isabel didn’t mean that, she’s just upset. Bye Daddy.

(On their own) I never thought Mummy and Daddy would be so hard, never. We should have some say in the matter, I feel like I want to run away!

Don’t be silly Izzy, you know we can’t, anyway it’s cowardly to run away, we shall have to go to St Clare’s, but how I shall hate it!

We’ll both hate it. And what’s more I’m going to turn my nose up at everything there! I’m not going to let them think we’re babies of twelve, just come from a silly prep school, I’ll soon let them know that we were head girls, and tennis Captains ...

… and hockey captains! .. and how horrid of Mummy to say that we’re conceited! We’re not a bit like that. We can’t help knowing that we’re good at almost everything, as well as being pretty .. and quite amusing!

Actually Patty, it does sound a bit conceited when you talk like that. We’d better not say too much when we get to St Clare’s

Excuse me! I’m going to say whatever I wish when we get there, and you’re going to back me up. People are going to know who we are, and what we can do! Even the mistresses will sit up and take notice. (With a stern face) The O’Sullivan twins are SOMEBODIES! And don’t you forget it Isabel!

(Nodding her head) I won’t forget it, I’ll back you up. (Grinning to herself) Phew! St Clare’s is in for a few surprises next term!