Sasha jumped up with a curse word, smacking his head on the bunk where the rest of the Swiss team bunked, and heard his chaparone notifying him that t...he parliament had reconvened early and he needed to get up now. “I'm coming!” he said, only to hear Catalina say quietly, “No, you're not.” The voice of the chaperone came through the door. “Are you alone?” “No, I'm not, and I'm trying to get dressed. Can I get two minutes?” “Who's in there with you?” Sasha looked in shocked. Catalina was also. " Both of our pictures looked as if they were drawn by a four year old. We were both very proud as we put them in the center of our tea party dioramas.Fifth on the list we were to find our favorite boy actor and make a collage using only pictures of him and a stack of old unused valentines to show how much we loved him. We did this one silently. It seemed to violate the spirit of the other events. We liked being little girls together, but we just didn't want to think about boys together. We put. The harp and pipes once again sped the tempo, bursting into a galloping, frolicsome reel.The girl, though barely more than a child, was innocently flirtatious, her bright eyes sparkling with mischievous delight. Indeed, the comely little wench was as playfully graceful as a half grown kitten as she spun, leapt and frolicked, the tune carrying her along.With a swelling crescendo, the music abruptly stopped. The girl, having leapt even higher, landed straight and poised, her pretty bare feet. "Remember," the girl in front of me said, "if you trip, everybody willsee your pantaloons." I'll try not to," I said."Here I go," she whispered, placing one hand on the banister and takingfirst one, then several more girlish steps down the stairway.I heard them applauding her as she disappeared around the bend, and I putone hand on the railing, dug the unpolished nails of my other hand deepinto my petticoats, inhaled as deeply as I could in my corset, andstarted down the stairs, taking small,.