Maggie couldn't help judging Charley. Her friend didn't realise how pretty she might be if she was in one of these lovely dresses, Maggie might try one on herself, they were out of her price range, but oh so lovely. She's a scuffer, something with a firm knee might be in order. She said in her sternest voice, but the puffing of her cheeks showed that she might be worryingly close to a full giggling fit. What is your favourite colour professor? She asked, looking at a pair of dresses that might be made for a seventeen year old debutante.