Farthing should have known I wouldn’t have done something so obvyus. West sneaked trick candles into my basket and last night one of them went off like a rocket and singed Mr. Yesterday it was my job to change the candlestiks. There’s a boy named West who always takes my brekfast roll and he’s already the size of an elefant. I thought it would be fun to go to bording school but it’s not. It was seen as inevitable that older boys would dominate and browbeat younger boys, and anyone who tattled would be severely punished. He was a heartless, hardened case of a boy, but his constant misbehavior had been overlooked, as it would have been in nearly any boarding school. West Ravenel had been a frequent subject of Henry’s letters. She had known it since the age of eight, when her best friend, Henry, had started writing to her from boarding school. Phoebe had never met West Ravenel, but she knew one thing for certain: He was a mean, rotten bully.
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