“She snatched the package and ripped it open. “Knickers, knickers, knickers. Knickers, knickers, knickers. These are for me, seein I’ve nane.” She pirouetted, lifting her skirt. Janet averted her eyes. Nudity had no part in her life. “Please do have them, if they’re any use to you,” she began. “Oh, Lady Bountiful, oh, how too too kind.” Beakface was mimicking Janet’s voice; then she resumed her own. “I’ll have them whether you like it or no. Milksop!” she yelled and ran out of the room.”
