Book "Daddy Long-Legs" by Jean Webster

The first Wednesday of every month was a day of utter terror; a day to be awaited with dread, endured with courage, and forgotten with haste. Every floor must be spotless, every chair dusted, and every bed wrinkle-free. Ninety-seven squirming little orphans must be cleaned, combed, and buttoned in freshly starched mosques; and all ninety-seven were reminded of their manners, and told to say, "Yes, sir," "No, sir," whenever the guardian spoke.