The Cords of Vanity: A Comedy of Shirking

When I first knew Stella she was within a month of being fifteen which is for womankind an unattractive age. There were a startling number of corners to her then and she had but vague notions as to the management of her hands and feet. In consequence they were perpetually turning up in unexpected places and surprising her by their size and number. Yes she was very hopelessly fifteen; and she was used to laugh unnecessarily in a nervous fashion approximating to a whinny and when engaged in conversation she patted down her skirts six times to the minute.