And then Flossie pushed back her chair and sat up.
She had just the head mistress expression.

Joan wasn't quite sure she oughtn't to stand.

But, controlling the instinct, leant back in her chair, and tried to look defiant without feeling it.
"How far are you going ?" demanded Flossie.
Joan was not in a comprehending mood.
"If you're going the whole hog, that's something I can understand," continued Flossie.

"If not, you'd better pull up." "What do you mean by the whole hog ?" requested Joan, assuming dignity.
"Oh, don't come the kid," advised Flossie.

"If you don't mind being talked about yourself, you might think of him.