Volume 1 Whops and Clobber R Humphries - The Woody Back to ...

Whops and Clobber
"I'm responsible Ma’am," she said in a clear
voice.
Ms Lawton's chin dropped, she simply stared.
Her face went from a ruddy flush to a pale haunted
color. She was visibly shaken.
"You Morton?" she asked incredulously.
Deborah nodded, "Yes Ma’am" she said firmly.
The Grand Dame breathed heavily, "Go and
wait outside my study. I would like to proceed with
assembly," she said quietly.
Standing outside the Grand Dame’s study,
Deborah complimented herself on her composure.
When her plan had gone awry she had panicked
badly and had sneaked back to bed in a cold sweat.
She had hardly been able to sleep, her heart had
pounded and her stomach had churned biliously, but
as the lonely night had passed she had steadied her
nerves and prepared herself to face the inevitable
music.
Ms Lawton leaned back in her wing-backed
chair and stared thoughtfully at the gal standing
before her. Deborah had paid particular attention to
her preparations that morning. Her clobber was
perfectly pressed, her shoes shone, her face was
scrubbed and gleaming, and her mane of blonde curly
hair was brushed back from her face and gathered
into a tidy pony tail. Standing smartly to attention, in
the center of the thick pile carpet, Deborah Morton
looked a vision of angelic innocence. Ms Lawton
wasn't fooled for a moment.