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"B" IS FOR GIRL
Chapter 3: "B" is for Brownie
I tried very hard to be a good girl at school. Whenever the boys made fun
of me in the playground, I did my best to pretend not to be upset. But I
was lonely. I tried to join the boys in a game of tag, but they told me I
couldn't play with them because I was just a girl. So I stayed by myself
in a corner of the playground, watching everyone else play.
On Friday, at the end of the first week, one of the girls came up to me
during morning playtime. It was Fiona Rawtenstall. "Hey, Beverly!" she
said. "Do you want to play hopscotch with me and Heather Flint?" I told
her I didn't know how to play hopscotch. "It's easy," she said. "We'll
teach you. Come on!" Fiona got hold of my hand and took me to where she
and Heather were playing.
The game was easy to learn. "This is fun!" I said, jumping across the
squares chalked on the playground. Some of the boys noticed me playing
with the girls, and came over for a closer look. They sat down in a line
on the ground beside the hopscotch grid to watch.
"Do you boys want to play hopscotch, too?" said Heather.
"No, thanks," said one of them boys. "We'll just sit here and admire you
girls." I was a little cross that the boys were saying I was a girl, but
I didn't say anything. I just kept playing hopscotch, because I was
having fun. The boys lay on their fronts to watch us, and after a few
moments they started to giggle.
"Just ignore the boys, Beverly," Fiona told me. "They think they're being
clever."
"How?" I asked her, as I hopped to the number 8 square.
"Because when we jump they can see our knickers, of course."
I stopped jumping, and turned round to the boys. "Are you looking up my
dress?" I said to them.
All the boys laughed. "Yes," they said. "We can see your knickers. Yours
are the frilliest of all, Beverly!"
I got really cross. "Don't you dare look up my dress again!" I screamed.
"It's not a very nice thing to do!" I ran towards the boys, and managed
to kick one of them before he was able to get up. All the boys got up off
the ground very quickly, and ran away. I was about to run after them, but
Fiona and Heather stopped me.
"Don't go after them, Beverly," said Fiona, "or you might get into
trouble again." Then Mr Nairn rang the bell, and we all went back into
school for lessons.
At dinnertime, Mrs Duffield gave me a plate of cold fish and chips,
completely covered in tomato ketchup. Mrs Duffield had given me cold
dinners every day, and had always smothered everything in tomato ketchup.
I curtseyed when I picked up my plate, and said, "Thank you very much,
Mrs Duffield."
Tracy Otley came to sit beside me to eat her dinner. "Hello, Beverly,"
she said. "I saw you playing hopscotch at playtime. I saw you kick Matty
Hobson, too. Why did you do that?"
"Because he was looking up my dress!" I said, crossly. "All the boys were
looking up our dresses! It was very naughty of them. I was only able to
kick Matty, but I would have kicked all the others, too!"
"But Beverly," said Tracy, "the boys are always trying to look up our
dresses. You used to do it as well, remember."
"That's different," I said. "I was..."
"A boy? Well, now you're a girl, so now you know what it feels like to
have boys looking up your dress and seeing your knickers. It's not very
nice, is it?"
"It's only a bit of fun," I said, but now that I was a girl it didn't
seem so funny.
"For the boys, perhaps," replied Tracy. "Still, it's nice you've decided
to make friends with girls after all."
"No, I haven't," I said. "I played hopscotch with Fiona and Heather, but
that doesn't mean I'm their friend. I'm only pretending to be a girl. I
don't want to be friends with anyone. Especially with stupid girls."
"In that case, Beverly Bassenthwaite," said Tracy, crossly, "it looks
like you're going to be a very lonely and unhappy little girl." Then
Tracy got up and went to sit at another table, and I was all alone again.
When I went home after school, I told mummy I had played with the girls
at playtime. "That's lovely, my darling," she said. "It's nice that
you're making friends with the other girls."
I got cross with mummy, and stamped my feet. "That's what Tracy Otley
said," I shouted, "but I'm not a girl, and I'm not going to make friends
with stupid girls!"
But then mummy got very angry with me, and told me that I was still being
a very naughty little girl, and sent me to bed early without any supper.
It rained for the whole of the weekend, so mummy and I stayed in the
house. Mummy made me wear my pink lacy dress and my frilliest knickers. I
told mummy I was bored and had nothing to do. "There are books in your
bedroom, Beverly," she said. "Read one of those."
Mummy had thrown out all my old Christmas annuals and my toys. She had
bought me some new books and annuals and comics, but they were all for
girls. On my bookshelf, which mummy had painted pink, were some books
about a naughty schoolgirl. I picked one and lay on my bed to read it. I
didn't like the book at first, because it was a stupid girly book. But
then I started to imagine that I was the little girl in the book.
I had always been a very good reader, so when it was time for bed I
already had read half of the book. On Sunday it rained all day, so I
finished the book and started reading another one.
On Monday I went back to school. Miss Lewes, the PE teacher, split the
girls up into two teams and we played rounders. When it was my turn to
bat, I tried to hit the ball as hard as I could, because I wanted to get
a rounder for my team. But I hit the ball so hard it smashed one of the
school windows. Miss Lewes was very cross with me, and said that I had
done it on purpose.
When I went home, mummy said Mrs Templeton had telephoned to say that I
had been a naughty girl again. "Really, Beverly!" said mummy, crossly.
"Why are you so very naughty? The more naughty you are, the longer I will
make you wear dresses and frilly knickers. Is that what you want? Do you
want to be a girl forever?" Mummy sent me to bed without any supper
again, so I finished the second book about Elizabeth, the naughtiest girl
in the school.
On Tuesday, in History, Mr Nairn taught us about the six wives of King
Henry the Eighth. As Mr Nairn was writing something on the blackboard,
Jimmy Preston threw a scrunched up piece of paper at me. It hit me on the
head, so I picked it up and threw it back at him. But Mr Nairn turned
around just at that moment, and saw me doing it.
"Beverly Bassenthwaite!" Mr Nairn shouted. "Come out here!"
I stood up and went to the front of the class. "Please, sir!" I said.
"Someone threw it at me first, sir!"
"I don't want to hear any of your excuses, Miss Bassenthwaite," said Mr
Nairn, taking his slipper out of his desk drawer. "You know what happens
to naughty girls in my class. Bend down and touch your toes."
I bent down and touched my toes. Mr Nairn gave my bottom a great big
wallop with his slipper. It made a very loud slapping noise when it hit
my bottom, and all the children in the classroom gasped. I howled and
cried because it hurt so much. Jimmy Preston just grinned at me as I
walked past him on the way to my desk. It was very hard for me to sit
down properly afterwards, because my bottom was stinging for ages.
Mummy already knew about me being given the slipper, because Mrs
Templeton telephoned her about it. "I despair about you, Beverly," said
mummy. "Perhaps Brownies will teach you how to be a good girl. You
haven't forgotten that you start Brownies tonight, have you?"
I had forgotten. "Mummy," I said, "please don't send me to Brownies! I
already go to school every single day dressed up as a little girl. I
don't want to go to Brownies as well!"
"What you want or don't want is neither here nor there, young lady," said
mummy. "You will do as you are told. You've shown that you can't be a
good boy, so you will be a little girl until you learn to be good. That
means you will do things girls do, and that includes going to Brownies."
After tea, mummy told me to change out of my school pinafore and into the
Brownie uniform she had laid on my bed. I put on the brown dress and the
little yellow necktie, and my white socks and shiny black shoes. Then,
after mummy had put the little brown Brownie beret on my head, she drove
me to the church hall where the Brownies met.
Mummy took me into the hall. Mrs Duffield, the Brown Owl, came and spoke
to mummy quietly, and then mummy left. "Girls!" called Brown Owl. "Form a
fairy ring!" We all stood in a circle in the middle of the hall. I felt
stupid to be standing in a fairy ring with a lot of girls.
I looked around the other girls. They were all older than me, and had
lots of badges sewn onto the sleeves of their dresses.
"Now, girls," said Brown Owl. "We have a new starter tonight." She looked
at me, and said, "Step forward, Beverly, and tell everyone your name."
I went to stand in the middle of the circle. "My name is Beverly
Bassenthwaite," I said. My knees were shaking.
"Girls," said Brown Owl, "Beverly has something very important to tell
you all about herself. Go on, Beverly."
I looked at the faces of the Brownies standing around me. "I... I'm
really a boy." All the girls giggled. "But I'm a very naughty boy," I
said. "I have to pretend to be a girl for a whole year so that I can
learn to be a good boy." I started to cry.
"That's right," said Brown Owl. "Beverly's mummy has sent her to Brownies
so that she can learn how to be a good little girl. So I'm sure we will
all have lots of fun helping her, won't we girls?"
All the girls said "Yes, we will!" Then Brown Owl made me take my Brownie
Promise, and recite the Brownie Guide Law; "A Brownie Guide thinks of
others before herself and does a good turn every day." Then Brown Owl
pinned my Brownie Promise badge to my uniform. "Welcome to the Brownies,
Beverly," she said.
All the girls clapped their hands. Then Brown Owl said it was time for a
song. "What shall we sing?"
One of the girls called out, "Let's sing "If I Wasn't A Brownie Then What
Would I Be?" We can teach Beverly the actions!"
"Yes," said Brown Owl. "That's a good choice. Listen carefully, Beverly,
and do what the other girls do. You'll soon get the hang of it."
The girls started to sing. The song was about jobs a girl could do if she
wasn't in the Brownies. All the jobs were girly things, and had actions
to go with them. I had to pretend to be a washerwoman scrubbing the
floor, then a farmer's wife milking a cow, then a chambermaid making a
bed, then an air hostess pushing a trolley, and then a secretary sitting
on the boss's knee.
I felt very silly pretending to do all these girly jobs, and I was glad
when the song was finished. But then Brown Owl told all the other girls
to sit down and sing the song again. "You will do all the actions,
Beverly," said Brown Owl, "and we will see how much you can remember." I
did all the actions, and felt even sillier than I did before.
At the end of the song, the girls clapped and cheered. Brown Owl told me
to curtsey, "Just like you do every day at school dinners," she said. All
the girls laughed and clapped when they saw me curtsey. I felt very
embarrassed, and had to try hard not to cry.
Brown Owl got us to play more games, and then told us all to form our
fairy ring. "Before we sing our closing song," said Brown Owl, "I think
it would be a good idea to get Beverly started on her first interest
badge. Which one do you think she should do first, girls?"
All the girls shouted out different things all at once. Then Brown Owl
held up her hand, and everyone went quiet. "That's settled, then," said
Brown Owl. "Beverly, for your first badge you must learn to knit. All
little girls ought to be able to knit. I know your mummy knows how, so
she will be able to teach you."
"No!" I shouted. "I'm not going to learn how to knit! Knitting is a
stupid, sissy thing to do! I won't do it!"
All of the girls stared at me, with their mouths wide open. Brown Owl did
not look very happy. "Beverly," she said. "Do you want me to tell your
mummy about this naughty outburst?"
"No, Brown Owl," I said.
"Then I expect you to bring some of your knitting to Brownies next
Tuesday," she said.
"Yes, Brown Owl," I replied, miserably. I was doing more and more stupid
girly things, and I didn't like it at all.
We sand our closing song. It was all about fairies and pixies, and how we
all had to be good and helpful little girls every day. Then it was time
to go home. Our mummies were waiting for us in the outer hall. My mummy
told me to wait while she had a word with Brown Owl.
While I was waiting, one of the other Brownies came up to me. "Hello,
Beverly," she said. "I'm Rebecca. Did you enjoy your first time at
Brownies?"
"No!" I said. "It's stupid! It's all about doing stupid soppy girly
stuff. And my name's not Beverly, it's Barry! I'm a boy, not a stupid
girl!
I had shouted the last bit at the top of my voice. Rebecca looked upset
and went running to her mummy, crying. I turned round to look for my
mummy, only to find that she was already right behind me. Brown Owl was
standing beside her, and they both looked very cross.
"Beverly!" said mummy. "That was very, very rude of you. The little girl
was just trying to be friendly."
"But she's just a girl!" I shouted. "I don't want to be friends with
stupid girls! I'm a boy!" And then I kicked out at mummy's leg.
When I was a little boy I used to hit and kick and nip mummy and pull her
hair. This was the first time I had kicked her since I had become a
little girl. Mummy had managed to move out of the way just in time, so I
didn't kick her very hard. But mummy was now very cross indeed, and she
slapped my face.
"Now you listen to me, young lady!" she said, in a horrible, hissy kind
of voice. "I have tried, over and over again, to make you behave like a
good little boy, but nothing has ever worked. I've already told you that
if you won't be a good boy, then I will force you to be a little girl for
a whole year until you learn to be good. But, the way you're going,
you'll still be a girl when you go to big school! So buck your ideas up,
sharp! Being a girl means you do all the girly things I tell you to do."
Then mummy took hold of my hand and marched me to the car. When we got
home, mummy told me to go to bed without any supper. I went to my room,
took off my Brownie uniform and put on my pink nightdress. Then, after I
put my hair on its special stand, I climbed into bed and cried myself to
sleep.
At school the next day, I stayed quiet and tried to be a good girl. At
dinnertime, Mrs Duffield gave me a plate of cold sausage and beans,
covered in tomato ketchup. "By the way," she said, handing me the plate.
"It's church parade on Sunday morning. I expect you to be there in full
Brownie uniform. We meet in the church hall at half past nine."
"Yes, miss," I said, curtseying.
I almost managed to be a good girl for the whole of the week. On Friday,
the last lesson was maths. Miss Chorley put a sum on the blackboard, and
asked if anyone knew the answer. I put my hand up.
"Yes, Beverly," said Miss Chorley. "Come up and write it on the board." I
got up and went to the blackboard. Miss Chorley gave me a piece of chalk,
and I wrote down the answer.
"That's correct, Beverly," the teacher said. "Well done."
I went back to my desk and sat down. But I hadn't noticed the drawing pin
that someone had put on my chair. When I sat down, the drawing pin stuck
right in my bottom and hurt. I jumped up off my chair again, yelping with
the pain.
"Beverly Bassenthwaite!" said Miss Chorley, crossly. "What is all that
shrieking about?"
"Please miss," I cried. "Someone put a drawing pin on my chair, and it
stuck in my bum."
Miss Chorley asked who had put the drawing pin on my chair, but no one
owned up. "Very well," said Miss Chorley. "In that case I will have to
punish you all. You will write out one hundred times "I must not
misbehave in class", with the--"
"That's not fair!" I shouted. "I did nothing wrong!"
"SIT DOWN, Beverly!" said Miss Chorley, firmly. I sat down. "I was about
to say that you, Beverly Bassenthwaite, were exempt from the punishment.
However, your little petulant outburst has made me change my mind. You,
my girl, will write out "I must not argue with my teacher" one hundred
times."
When I got home I told mummy what had happened, but Mrs Templeton had
already telephoned her to say I had been a naughty little girl. I changed
out of my school uniform. After tea, mummy told me to get on with
practicing my knitting. She got her camera out and took some photographs
of me sitting on the sofa, wearing my frilliest pink dress and doing my
knitting.
It rained all day on Saturday. Mummy had bought me some baby dolls to
play with, but I hadn't played with them. Dolls were for girls. But I had
nothing else to play with, and I was bored. So after I had practiced my
knitting some more, I played with my baby dolls. Mummy took more
photographs of me nursing my dolls as though I was their mother.
On Sunday morning mummy got me ready for church parade. Mummy had bought
me a new pair of extra frilly knickers. After I had put on my Brownie
uniform and socks and shoes, mummy told me to sit down. "I'm going to put
some stuff on your eyelashes," she said. "It's called mascara, and it
makes your eyelashes look prettier. Lots of little girls wear it.
I sat still while mummy brushed the black stuff onto my eyelashes. Then
she dabbed something on my face. "There!" she said. "Now you have nice
rosy cheeks! You look very pretty, Beverly. I must take a photograph of
you for your album."
Mummy snapped two or three photographs, and then we got in the car to go
to church. "I don't go to church," said mummy, "but I wouldn't miss this
for the world! I can't wait to see you parading down the aisle, in your
smart Brownie uniform, with the other girls and boys."
"Boys?" I said. "What boys?"
"Why, the Cubs and Scouts, of course," mummy replied. "And the Girl
Guides, of course." When we got to the church hall there was lots of
other children already waiting.
"Oh, no!" I said. Some of the Cubs were boys from my school. They all saw
me, and grinned. "Mummy," I cried. "Now everyone at school will know I'm
a Brownie, too!"
Mummy straightened my beret, and then went through to the church. Brown
Owl led us into church a few minutes later. The Brownies sat in the very
front row. I had never been to church before, so it was all very strange.
I knew some of the hymns from school assembly, but the rest of the
service was long and boring. It was warm in the church, too, and it made
me feel a little sleepy.
After some hymns and prayers and bible readings, the vicar stood up on
his platform to talk. He went on and on and on. The church was getting
warmer and warmer and warmer. I looked down at my dress...
"Am I keeping you AWAKE?" said the vicar suddenly, in a big booming
voice. I didn't know how long Id been asleep, but I knew my mummy would
have seen and would be cross with me for being naughty.
After the service we all went back to the hall to wait for our mummies.
Brown Owl was not very happy with me. "What did you think you were doing,
Beverly, falling asleep in front of the vicar like that?"
"I'm sorry, Brown Owl," I said. But it was so warm in church and it made
me feel too sleepy to concentrate on what the vicar was saying."
"Well," said Brown Owl, "we'll have to see what can be done to improve
your concentration. Wait here while I speak with your mummy."
Mrs Duffield and mummy talked quietly for a few minutes, looking at me
and nodding their heads every now and then. Then mummy came over to me.
"You just can't help being a naughty girl, can you? Mrs Duffield - Brown
Owl - says you have difficulty concentrating. She's suggested something
to help, and I think it's a very good idea."
"What... what is it, mummy?" I asked.
"Dancing," replied mummy. "One of Mrs Duffield's friends is a dance
instructor. From next Thursday you will be going to ballet lessons.
Ballet will help to improve your concentration!"
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