by Simon Law adapted from an Original by Enid Blyton
Patricia: Oh, it’s going to be such fun at Ringmere, we’ll be with all our friends from Redroofs and …
Isabel: .. and we’ll play hockey and have our own bedroom and study, I can’t wait!
Patricia: 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
Isabel: Yes, and Mary told me that we have to wear evening wear for dinner, how elegant! Patricia: Mother, why are you pulling that strange face, you look like a squirrel, what’s on earth’s the matter?
Old Fashioned Girl
By Louisa May Alcott
FANNY: Darling Polly! I’ve been simply dying to meet you. You had no trouble finding Tom at the station?
POLLY: No, I recognised him immediately from your description of him.
FANNY: You didn’t tell him how I described him, did you?
POLLY: Well, yes. Shouldn’t I have done? He didn’t seem very pleased.
FANNY: Poor Tom. I expect he’s consoling himself in the kitchen with milk and cookies. He’s an awful boy, my dear; and if you have anything to do with him, he’ll torment you to death. Boys are all horrid, but he’s the horridest one I ever saw, I suppose that’s your travelling coat and hat?
POLLY: No. These are my best things.
by Philip Ridley
POLLY: How did you get up here?
NATASHA: How did I? – Oh, just my usual after-school abseiling. What d’ya mean, how did I get here, you silly cow? I walked up the bloody stairs. The last two flights need a bloody government health warning. Thought the boy’s toilets at School were bad enough. (Takes perfume from handbag and sprays herself)
POLLY: How did you know I was up here, Natasha’?
NATASHA: Your brother told me – well, told’s a bit of an exaggeration
The Glass Slipper
by H & E Farjeon
ARAMINTA: Fingers, fingers! That’s my dressing table, thank you! Leave my pots and pomatums alone.
ARETHUSA: I was only…
ARAMINTA: (Mimicking) “I was only, I was only” – You was only, you was only
ARETHUSA: Don’t Snatch!
ARAMINTA: Don’t snitch! You can go to prison for snitching.
ARETHUSA: If it comes to snitching, who snutch my circassian cream”?