From the American Scene: My Sisters Take Culture
Whenever I watch my small daughter run barefoot and free at “rhythm class,” I remember how my devoted mother kept buying expensive ballet slippers for my sisters and me. Why we needed ballet slippers for the mongrel art Miss Dora imparted to us I still don’t know after more than twenty-five years. A real ballet step would have sent us flat on our smug little faces.
But Miss Dora said ballet slippers: all the other mothers bought ballet slippers and our mother bought ballet slippers. She bought them in triplicate—because three of her four daughters took the combination elocution, dancing, and—singing lessons which Miss Dora lumped as Public Appearance.
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