"[...]there is about me; so if you find me queer, you must just say: 'She's a twenty-ninth of February girl', and make excuses for me. As for the other questions, I've never been to school before; I've seen Miss Cavendish, but I haven't heard yet what class I'm to be in; five minutes ago I didn't know anybody here, but now I know-how many are there of you?-one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine!" "Have you unpacked yet?" asked Maisie, returning to her box, which Lettice had been steadily emptying. [...]".