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- Fidolia.

...proves willing to try...

I would let her.

Miss Brown.

We request a consultation.

Now?

The fact of the matter is, my dear,

we very much doubt...

whether you are qualified

to teach those children.

But I'm very well grounded

in Natural Science.

And I've got my School Certificate!

I did consider the school

at the top of the road, but...

You can't send them there!

They'll get lice.

- My opinion entirely.

- And frightful accents.

Which wouldn't help their chances

in the theatre at all.

My dear, life can be

a surprising affair...

as Dr. Smith and I found out.

We both felt that

we should retire...

but find we are unsuited

to a life of idleness.

And more to the point,

we miss our teaching.

We should very much like

to coach the girls.

All-round education, specialising

in Mathematics and Literature.

They will be prepared to take their

school certificate and matriculation.

No charge, hours to suit.

What do you think?

I don't know what to think.

Do you want your charges educated?

And do you want them trained

to earn a living?

I want both.

The world isn't kind to girls

who can't support themselves.

Careful!

Come on!

Bear legs in the street!

- Do they look smart, Nana?

- No, but they look neat.

Petrova, will you at least

try and smile?

I swear the face on that child

could stop a clock.

There it is.

Should we knock, do you suppose?

Posy!

So rude!

The Fossil sisters?

- How do you do? I'm Pauline.

- No.

All my pupils, morning or night,

before or after class...

whenever we meet,

they say "Madame"...

and curtsy!

So...

Madame.

Which is Petrova?

- Me.

- You are Russian?

Yes.

You speak Russian?

But you feel Russian?

Actually she's always said

she couldn't feel more British.

You are the first compatriot of mine

to come to my academy.

I will make

wonderful artiste of you.

You must be Posy.

Madame.

And smile. Smile!

You don't see

Shirley Temple with a gloomy face.

- Moment.

- Madame.

To centre, if you please.

I think polka, Mrs. Davies.

Stockinette vests, buff, two each.

Royal blue cotton rompers,

two each...

white tarlatan ballet dresses,

two each...

white knickers, all frills,

two each.

Two black sateen elocution overalls

per child!

How are we going

to make it all by Monday?

I don't care if we have

to sew all night.

This is the biggest chance

these girls have ever had.

We go up there and dance

every year.

There's no point making me

into a wonderful artiste.

I already know what

I really want to be.

Racing driver?

I want to fly planes

like Amy Johnson.

A very laudable ambition.

It 's not because she's fashionable

and in all the magazines.

It 's not even because

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