The Outrage

Ch rie was ready first. She flung her striped bath-robe over her shoulders and picked up Amour who was wriggling and barking at her pink heels. "Au revoir dans l'eau," she said to little Mireille and to the German nursery governess, Frieda. "Oh, Frieda, vite, vite, d grafez-moi," cried Mireille, backing towards the hard-faced young woman and indicating a jumble of knotted tapes hanging down behind her. "Speak English, please, both. This is our English day," said Frieda, standing in her petticoat-bodice in front of the mirror and removing what the girls called her "Wurst" from the top of her head. In the glass she caught sight of Ch rie making for the door and called her back sharply. "Mademoiselle Ch rie, you go not in the street without your stockings and your hat."