Characters
Selina (Sally) Melford - The main protagonist of the book. She is considered by her sisters as being the most sentimental. Her nickname is Semolina.
Charlotte (Cart) Melford - One of Sally's four sisters. As a teenager, she is fat and unattractive to boys, but in the future-part of the book, she has turned into a thin and beautiful young woman. She is the least emotional, and has little time for sentimentality, but she is often prone to being aggressive, particularly in the mornings.
Fenella Melford - The youngest Melford sister, Fenella is also the most eccentric. Her preferred mode of dress is a green sack, made by Cart; she has knots tied in her hair, and large buck teeth with a gap between them. She is portrayed as small and gnome like, but, like Cart, in the future-part of the book, she is very beautiful, and is training to become an opera singer.
Imogen (Imo) Melford - Imogen is the most career-oriented; she is utterly focused on her planned career as a concert pianist. She is also shown as the most attractive ("angelic") of the sisters, but in the future-part, she has turned into a drab young woman, stuck doing something she does not really want to do.
Julian Addiman - A fifth-former at the school, who is very good at getting his own way. He is handsome, and uses this to great effect, especially when dealing with Cart and Sally, who are both very attracted to him. However, he is controlling and abusive towards Sally, and ends up throwing her out of a speeding car.
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