So that is what she did – unfortunately, with other kids around. Of course, the boy had no idea what Lucy was talking about, and told her so. She insisted he had sent the note. He insisted that he hadn’t. She ran off, crying.
After recess, word of all of this got to my mother. She investigated the story, put all the pieces together and knew that she finally had a reason to slipper those three girls. She ordered them to the cloakroom, where corporal punishment was administered in those days – out of sight of the rest of the class, but not out of earshot.
Mother picked up her slipper and excused herself to the cloakroom. The other kids in the class could barely contain their glee – they had had enough of the mean girls’ shenanigans too.