human
I'm not to be t-t-trusted to have my own postage stamps, she sobbed.
gpt
I've to take even my home letters to the Empress to be looked at, and she'll stamp them. I'm to miss my next exeat, and Aunt Ellinor's to be told the reason, and I'm not to play hockey for a month.
human
Oh, Marjorie! Then there isn't the remotest chance of your getting into the Eleven for St. Elgiva's. What a shame!
gpt
I know. It's spoilt everything.
human
And the whole school knows now about the S.S.O.P. It's leaked out somehow, and the secret's gone. It'll be no more fun.
gpt
I wish to goodness I'd never thought of it, choked Marjorie.
human
I've got to sit and copy out beastly poetry while somebody else gets into the Eleven.