"You probably didn"t listen. Well, I can"t argue it out now, the others are waiting, and Miss Todd"s furious. Come along as fast as you can."
Diana and Wendy considered that the summary scolding which they received from Miss Todd, who was in too big a hurry to listen to any excuses, was entirely Sadie"s fault, and a point to be settled up with her later. At present she scuttled on ahead, conveniently out of their way.
"Just let her wait!" vowed Wendy darkly.
It was necessary to step along briskly if they meant to accomplish the walk which Miss Todd had in her mind"s eye, and anybody who has ever acted leader to a party of twenty-four knows the difficulty of making everyone keep the pace.
"I believe Toddlekins would like to rope us all together as if we were Swiss mountaineers," giggled Magsie, "or a gang of prisoners clanking chains. It"s rather weak if one can"t even stop to pick a flower."
They had pa.s.sed through the wood by now, and were on the open fells. The view was gorgeous. The October sun flooded the landscape and showed up the wealth of autumn colour: tree-crested crags, ravines with brawling brooks, stretches of heather-clad moor, banks of faded bracken, rugged rocks and stony hill-crests were spread on the one hand, while to the west lay a distant chain of lakes, embosomed in meadows green as emerald, and reflecting the pale autumn sky in their smooth expanse. At the top of the first fell, Miss Todd called a halt. They had reached number one of the objects she had set in the day"s programme. It was a pre-historic cromlech--three gigantic stones reared in the form of a table by those old inhabitants of our island whose customs and modes of worship are lost in the mists of antiquity. The storms and snows of many thousand years sweeping round it had slightly displaced the cap stone, but it stood otherwise intact, a grey, h.o.a.ry monument to the toil of the short, dark neolithic race who once hunted on these self-same fells. The girls crowded round the cromlech curiously. It was large enough for four of them to sit underneath, and several crammed in as an experiment.
"Was it an altar?" asked Stuart.
"The altar theory is exploded now," said Miss Todd. "It is generally recognized that they were burial-places of great chiefs. The body would be placed inside, with stone weapons and drinking-cups, and any other articles the man had loved when he was alive. Then a great heap of stones and earth would be piled over and round it, to keep out the wolves which were the terror of early man. The weather, and perhaps farmers, have taken away the mound, and laid bare the cromlech; but look! here is one that is almost in its natural position."
The girls turned, and saw close by a rocky mound that jutted from among the crags. In its side was a small opening, just large enough to squeeze through. Miss Todd had brought candle and matches, and personally conducted relays of girls into the chamber within. They went curiously or timorously as the case might be.
"Is there a skeleton inside? I don"t know whether I _dare_," shivered Tattie. "It"s like going into a grave, and I"m scared to death."
"Don"t be silly!" said Geraldine, who, with Loveday and Hilary, was making her exit. "There"s nothing inside it. It"s only like a cave."
"You"re sure bogeys won"t catch my legs?"
"Stop outside, if you"re afraid."
"It"s like a fairy-tale, and going into the gnome"s hill," fluttered Magsie.
Everybody was determined to have a peep, and even Tattie mustered up sufficient courage to screw through the narrow portal, though she squealed in the process, and clung tightly to Magsie"s hand. Diana and Wendy were among the last to effect the investigation. By that time the piece of candle was guttering out, and Miss Todd, tired of acting show-woman, returned to the open air, and gave marching orders.
Diana and Wendy, rather fascinated with the "Goblin Hole", as they called it, lingered, poking their noses inside the entrance.
"I didn"t go in," said a voice behind them. Turning, they saw Sadie"s face, interested, and half-regretful.
"Then you"ve lost your luck," said Diana decisively. "If you go in and turn round three times inside, you can have a wish, and it"s bound to come true. You"d better do it. You"ve just time."
"In the dark?" hesitated Sadie.
"Quick! Go on!" urged her companions, standing back to make way for her.
"Here are the matches."
Sadie struck a match, and cautiously ventured forward. The moment she was well inside Diana motioned to Wendy, and, catching up a piece of wood that lay on the ground, tilted it like a door across the entrance, and piled some stones against it. Then the pair fled. They heard an agonized shriek behind them, but they turned deaf ears to it.
They were half-way down the heathery hill-side when a very ruffled and indignant Sadie overtook them.
"Hallo! I thought you"d gone to live with the goblins," exclaimed Diana cheerfully.
"You"re a pair of BEASTS!" exploded Sadie.
"Don"t mench! What kind of beasts, please? Young gazelles or kittens?"
"Pigs would be more like it!" snapped Sadie. "To think of shutting me up alone in that bogey-hole! I might have lost my reason."
"Didn"t fancy you"d go stark staring mad as fast as all that," chuckled Diana. "It didn"t take you very long to push that door down."
"If we see any symptoms of insanity cropping out in you, we"ll know the reason," added Wendy smartly.
"And you see it"s been very good for you to know what it feels like to be left behind," rubbed in Diana. "You never told us about that gipsy trail dodge. t.i.t for tat"s my motto."
"I think you"re the two horridest girls in the school! I sha"n"t speak to you again. You may consider yourselves funny, but no one else does,"
said Sadie witheringly, as she flounced away to hang on to Geraldine"s arm, and pour her woes into the head girl"s not too willing ear.
It was a good hour"s walk from the cromlechs to Birk Water, the lake where they intended to pick the rushes. The path was the merest track, and the tramp through the heather and over rough and rugged stones well justified the thick footgear upon which Miss Todd had insisted. Birk Water was a lovely little mountain tarn lying under the shadow of Fox Fell, a smooth, gra.s.sy eminence down which hurried a noisy stream. They found a sheltered place in the sunshine on the bank, and sat down to eat their lunch. Hard-boiled eggs and cheese sandwiches tasted delicious in the open air, and for a special treat there was an apple apiece. In normal times the supply of apples was liberal, but this year the crop had failed, and they were rare dainties.
"I sympathize with Eve," said Wendy, munching blissfully. "It must have been a very great temptation, especially with "knowledge" thrown in.
Just think of being able to eat an apple that would teach you all your dates and French verbs."
"There weren"t any dates then, unless they counted the geological periods; and the Tower of Babel came later, so the French language wasn"t invented," objected Tattie.
"Oh! don"t be so literal-minded. I never meant that Eve sat at a desk and wrote exercises. I"m only telling you I like apples."
"Well, so do I, and yours is a bigger one than mine."
"It won"t be long, don"t you worry yourself. It"s getting "small by degrees and beautifully less"."
The slopes of the hill were slightly marshy, and grew a crop of remarkably tall and fine rushes. They were much easier to gather than those on the borders of the lake. The girls had brought knives, and, when lunch had vanished to the last crumb, they dispersed up the hill-side to reap their rush harvest.
"If they"re not all wanted for the church, I vote we ask Miss Todd to let us put some down on the schoolroom floor," said Diana, hacking away cheerfully. "I"d just admire to know what they feel like under one"s feet. It would take one back about five centuries."
"Spiffing! We"ll ask her! Get as many as you can carry, and tell the others. They"d be far more interesting than linoleum. Think of being able to swish one"s toes about in them. I hope the church won"t want too many."
"It oughtn"t to claim more than its t.i.the. I suppose it"s ent.i.tled to a tenth of every harvest, if we stick strictly to the old customs," smiled Loveday, whose arms were already filled with a sheaf of green and orange.
On the open side of the fell the wind blew strongly, and it was a struggle to toil upwards. The school tacked instead towards the sheltered bank of the stream, and with one accord broke into Scotch songs. Geraldine, in a full contralto, was singing "Green grow the rashes, O". Betty Blane"s chirpy voice proclaimed "I"m ower young to marry yet",--a self-evident proposition, as she was only thirteen.
Stuart and Loveday were crooning "Flowers of the Forest" as a kind of soprano dirge, which was drowned by a chorus of juniors roaring "Auld Lang Syne".
"We twa hae paidled i" the burn Frae mornin" sun till dine",
chanted Diana after them. "And that"s just what I want to do. I"ve never had a chance yet to "paidle" in a British burn."
"You won"t to-day, then," said Geraldine, who chanced to overhear, and stopped her singing to interpolate a remark. "Shoes and stockings aren"t allowed off, except in the summer term."
"Green grow the rashes, O!
Green grow the rashes, O!
The sweetest hours that e"er I spent Were spent among the la.s.sies, O!"
Diana stood frowning as Geraldine pa.s.sed along, carolling at the pitch of her voice.
"What nonsense!" she growled. "Who made such a silly old rule? I"m not going to keep it."