Obligatory Content Warning: This is a short epilogue for a series of stories involving cubs, beatings, medical examinations, nakedness, nappies (diapers) and wetting. If this is offensive to you, DO NOT READ ON.

Matron settled down with her book. No need to listen for the headmaster, as he wouldn't be coming back; the cubs' interviews earlier in the day would have seen to that. The youngsters' stories had been consistent enough to leave no room for arguments about youth and unreliability. The two now sharing a bed in the nursery had done very well. The smallest one had recalled conversations and activity he'd witnessed surprisingly clearly for one so young. She hoped the experiences wouldn't have left him with too many troubles. The older one would help, there.  The headmaster's beatings must have done some injury to the older one, even if the doctor hadn't been able to identify it. She hoped he would heal quickly, but she expected she'd be keeping him in the nursery for what remained of the term so that the effects of that injury could be managed without humiliating him in front of his dorm mates. Perhaps she should keep the smallest one there, too. There was no doubt they were good company for each other. She wondered whether they'd maintain their friendship after school.  The older one would shortly be moving on to his next school. It was one of the harder parts of working in a school; you hardly ever heard much about how the cubs progressed after they left the one you worked in. She hoped they'd all do well.

Matron turned her thoughts back to the school. The case against the ex-headmaster probably wouldn't come to court, but he wouldn't be able to find any work in the education field with that report on his record. There'd be a new head in due course, and until then the deputy would have to fill the position. Matron suspected many of the teachers would be relieved that the headmaster was now the ex-headmaster. A more forgiving, less old-fashioned regime would be better for the staff as well as for the cubs. Things would change for the better. There'd be no more use of nappies as a punishment. Some other things might as well change straight away, too. She remembered a suggestion the smallest cub's mother had made. The ex-headmaster was no longer in a position to forbid it, and it would make some cubs happier. She reached for the sanatorium shopping list, and wrote "Night-time pants for cubs" on it.