Miki good girl. Miki good, clean girl, not need change. Silly Lisa, though, go stinky in diaper.
This apparently referred to the red-haired girl, whose vacantly contented expression betrayed no evidence of shame. At the fair lady’s orders, the other two women assisted her in removing her “baby daughters” from the van, and with an air of utmost benevolence she set to work removing Lisa’s soiled diaper on the grass verge.
“I expect you’ll be wanting to feed, though, my good little Miki,” asked the fair lady, while gently wiping down her other fully adult baby daughter’s bottom. Miki, who was sitting on the verge and toying idly with the hem of her ludicrously-short dress, reacted with only a brief, indifferent look.