During my account I cried intermittently, mostly to get sympathy, I suspect. I told Mrs Hamilton I was scared that the boys would find out I had seen them, and I made a big deal of the fact I was being honest but could get badly beaten up.
I wiped more tears away, apologised for feeding the rabbits and tried to look as feeble as possible. Then I asked the million dollar question: “Are you going to cane me, miss?”
Mrs Hamilton had listened carefully to my story, and now she stood up without speaking to me. My eyes followed her, waiting for the first sign of the dreaded cane. Instead, she went to the office door and opened it. I heard her say: “June, I am not to be disturbed under any circumstances until further notice.