Almost a year had passed since Professor Porter died, and Kala was reaching towards the fruitful age of 18. With this in mind, Jane decided to have a talk with her. The boys had just left so Jane thought now was as good of a time as any. "Kala, would you mind talking with me for a moment?"

"Sure, what's going on?" Though raised in the jungle, Kala took after her mother in the speech department, her English accent thick as molasses.

"Well as you know, you will be turning 18 pretty soon. Back in England, when girls get to around 18, they would go through finishing school to become a proper lady. I know these skills wouldn't be of much use here in Africa. I know there have been a few occasions that being proper has helped me. And who knows, maybe one day you might meet someone who you might see fit to impress, just don't tell your father that. I suppose I'm trying to ask if you would like to go learn these skills?"

"But wouldn't I have to go to England to learn them?"

"Ideally, to receive the best results. I've been in the jungle for around 20 years, there's no way that I could possibly teach you all that they can anymore."

"But wouldn't that take a lot of money? If we don't have the money, it's no big deal. I'll live."

"Don't you worry bout it. If you wish to go, then we will find a way. I want you to be happy. If you want to go through finishing school then by God we will make it so."

"Yes. I wish to go."

"Then when your father gets back, I will speak with him, and we will have to take a trip down to the trading post."

"What on Earth for?"

"Well, you certainly don't think you're going to parade around England in that sweetheart," Jane said gesturing to her daughter's drab clothing. Though very similar to her own, Jane knew it was not fit for England. "You're going to need a proper dress."

Jane knew that Tarzan and Jonathan had arrived home by the thumps out on the porch. When they came through the door, Jane greeted them with a smile. "Jonathan, why don't you go check in with your sister. Leave your father and I alone for a few moments." After watching Jonathan take off on a vine, Jane turned back to Tarzan. "I was talking to Kala today, and she has decided that she wishes to go to England and complete finishing school."

"What's 'finishing school'?"

"Oh, it's a school where young women learn to be proper ladies. I went through it when I was about 18, and now Kala wishes to do so as well. Would you like to accompany us to England?"

"I think I can get someone to look after the gorillas while we're gone."

Jane wrapped him in a joyful embrace. "You do realize that once we get there, you can't walk like a gorilla, or any of that sort, and you would have to wear your father's suit all the time?"

"Yes. But it would make you happy."

"Now, we get to take a trip down to the trading post."

"Ah, Miss Porter, how may I be of assistance today?" Dumont asked, his French accent ringing with every word.

"Monsieur Dumont, would you show us to your clothing selection?"

"Yes but uh, may I ask why you would be making such a bizarre request?"

"If you must know, my family will be making a trip back to England."

"Ah, so you would be shopping for Kala and young Jonathan?"

"Yes, so if you don't mind?"

"Of course, Miss Porter, peruse as you will. You know where I am." After what seemed like hours of shopping and trying on, the family walked away with a beautiful blue dress for Kala, similar to her mother's, and for Jonathan, a handsome black suit and red tie. "Will zat be all Miss Porter? Nothing for you or Tarzan?" he still spat the name despite the years of Jane's denial of his advances.

"No sir, this will be all." While Dumont was ringing them up, Jane thought of a rather important question. "So, when will the next ship be here that can take us back to England?"

"Let me check my schedule, but I believe it's within the week." Dumont said as he sandered into his back office in search of the paper. "Ah yes, in two days."

"Well, then we better get home and pack. Thank you Monsieur Dumont."

"What kinds of stuff will we need, Mother?" Kala asked, full of curiosity.

"Oh, mostly clothes. Last I checked, Daddy had never sold the house back in England, so we can just live there until we're ready to come home."

"Mother, we don't have a whole lot of clothes."

"Well, once we get there, we can go shopping for some more proper clothes. On the ship, you can wear your regular clothes that you wear around here, and when we get there you can change before you leave the ship. And that goes for all of you, Jonathan."

"What?" Jonathan asked defensively, taking after Tarzan more in speech with an American accent.

"Even your father understands that there are times that you must wear more than just a loin cloth. It's a rare occasion, but he understands. You will learn the same lesson if it kills me."

"I have never seen Father wear a suit."

"That's not the point. The point is you cannot go parading around London in nothing but a loin cloth. It's just not done. British society just simply does not work that away. You will wear that suit." After much arguing, Jonathan finally succumbed to Jane and stomped off to join his sister in packing.

Slightly aggravated with her brother's constant aggression, Kala thought she would make a comment. "Why must you argue so much? You know that you're going to lose anyway, so what's the point?"

"Well, not everybody can be such a goody-two-shoes that just goes with everything Mommy and Daddy says."

"Excuse me? Not everybody should be a stupid, rebellious, delinquent!"

"What is that supposed to mean?"

"It means you don't know when to just keep your mouth shut." Kala finished with short and percussive words. The two paused a moment, giving each other the dirtiest look that they could muster. The silence was broken by Jonathan tackling his sister onto the floor of the treehouse, creating a huge thud in the process.

As the pair wrestled for dominance, their mother walked in. "Good heavens, what are you two doing? You are both practically adults, it's about time you acted like it. You don't see your Father and I wrestling around because of a disagreement."

"No, definitely not from a disagreement." Jonathan muttered, barely enough for Jane to hear.

"Excuse me? What was that?"

"Nothing, Mother," Jonathan said in an over rehearsed monotone.

"I thought as much. As I said you are both practically adults. These little squabbles have got to stop."