"The same."
"Oh, thunder! I shall never get on with her, I know."
"The Acid Drop"s a rather unsweetened morsel, certainly. You"ll have to mind your p"s and q"s. She can be decent to those she likes, but she doesn"t take to everybody."
"She hasn"t taken to me--I could see it in her eye at Euston."
"Then I"m sorry for you. It isn"t particularly pleasant to be in Norty"s bad books. If you missed your train and kept her waiting she"ll never forgive you. Look out for squalls!"
"What"s the Head like?"
"Mrs. Morrison? Well, of course, she"s nice, but we stand very much in awe of her. It"s a terrible thing to be sent down to her study. We generally see her on the platform. We call her "The Empress", because she"s so like the pictures of the Empress Eugenie, and she"s so dignified and above everybody else. Hallo, there"s the first bell! We must scoot and wash our hands. If you"re late for a meal you put a penny in the missionary box."
Marjorie walked into the large dining-hall with Mollie Simpson. She felt she had made, if not yet a friend, at least an acquaintance, and in this wilderness of fresh faces it was a boon to be able to speak to somebody.
She hoped Mollie would not desert her and sit among her own chums (the girls took any places they liked for tea); but no, her new comrade led the way to a table at the lower end of the hall, and, motioning her to pa.s.s first, took the next chair. Each table held about twenty girls, and a mistress sat at either end. Conversation went on, but in subdued tones, and any unduly lifted voices met with instant reproof.
"I always try to sit in the middle, unless I can get near a mistress I like," volunteered Mollie. "That one with the ripply hair is Miss Duckworth. She"s rather sweet, isn"t she? We call her Ducky for short.
The other"s Miss Carter, the botany teacher. Oh, I say, here"s the Acid Drop coming to the next table! I didn"t bargain to have her so near."
Marjorie turned to look, and in so doing her sleeve most unfortunately caught the edge of her cup, with the result that a stream of tea emptied itself over the clean table-cloth. Miss Norton, who was just pa.s.sing to her place, noticed the accident and murmured: "How careless!" then paused, as if remembering something, and said:
"Marjorie Anderson, you are to report yourself in my study at 4.30."
Very subdued and crestfallen Marjorie handed her cup to be refilled.
Miss Duckworth made no remark, but the girls in her vicinity glared at the mess on the cloth. Mollie pulled an expressive face.
"Now you"re in for it!" she remarked. "The Acid Drop"s going to treat you to some jaw-wag. What have you been doing?"
"Spilling my tea, I suppose," grunted Marjorie.
"That"s not Norty"s business, for it didn"t happen at her table. You wouldn"t have to report yourself for that. It must be something else."
"Then I"m sure I don"t know." Marjorie"s tone was defiant.
"And you don"t care? Oh, that"s all very well! Wait till you"ve had five minutes with the Acid Drop, and you"ll sing a different song."
Although Marjorie might affect nonchalance before her schoolfellows, her heart thumped in a very unpleasant fashion as she tapped at the door of Miss Norton"s study. The teacher sat at a bureau writing, she looked up and readjusted her pince-nez as her pupil entered.
"Marjorie Anderson," she began, "I inspected your cubicle this afternoon and found this book inside one of your drawers. Are you aware that you have broken one of the strictest rules of the school? You may borrow books from the library, but you are not allowed to have any private books at all in your possession with the exception of a Bible and a Prayer Book."
Miss Norton held in her hand the sensational novel which Marjorie had bought while waiting for the train at Rosebury. The girl jumped guiltily at the sight of it. She had only read a few pages of it and had completely forgotten its existence. She remembered now that among the rules sent by the Head Mistress, and read to her by her mother, the bringing back of fiction to school had been strictly prohibited. As she had no excuse to offer she merely looked uncomfortable and said nothing. Miss Norton eyed her keenly.
"You will find the rules at Brackenfield are intended to be kept," she remarked. "As this is a first offence I"ll allow it to pa.s.s, but girls have been expelled from this school for bringing in unsuitable literature. You had better be careful, Marjorie Anderson!"
CHAPTER III
The Talents Tournament
By the time Marjorie had been a fortnight at Brackenfield she had already caught the atmosphere of the place, and considered herself a well-established member of the community. In the brief s.p.a.ce of two weeks she had learnt many things; first and foremost, that Hilton House had been a mere kindergarten in comparison with the big busy world in which she now moved, and that all her standards required readjusting.
Instead of being an elder pupil, with a considerable voice in the arrangement of affairs, she was now only an Intermediate, under the absolute authority of Seniors, a unit in a large army of girls, and, except from her own point of view, of no very great importance. If she wished to make any reputation for herself her claims must rest upon whether or not she could prove herself an a.s.set to the school, either by obtaining a high place in her form, or winning distinction in the playing-fields, or among the various guilds and societies. Marjorie was decidedly ambitious. She felt that she would like to gain honours and to have her name recorded in the school magazine. Dazzling dreams danced before her of tennis or cricket colours, of solos in concerts, or leading parts in dramatic recitals, of heading examination lists, and--who knew?--of a possible prefectship some time in the far future.
Meanwhile, if she wished to attain to any of these desirable objects, Work, with a capital W, must be her motto. She had been placed in IVa, and, though most of the subjects were within her powers, it needed all the concentration of which she was capable to keep even a moderate position in the weekly lists. Miss Duckworth, her form mistress, had no tolerance for slackers. She was a breezy, cheery, interesting personality, an inspiring teacher, and excellent at games, taking a prominent part in all matches or tournaments "Mistresses versus Pupils".
Miss Duckworth was immensely popular amongst her girls. It was the fashion to admire her.
"I think the shape of her nose is just perfect!" declared Francie Sheppard. "And I like that Rossetti mouth, although some people might say it"s too big. I wish I had auburn hair!"
"I wonder if it ripples naturally, or if she does it up in wavers?"
speculated Elsie Bartlett. "It must be ever so long when it"s down.
Annie Turner saw her once in her dressing-gown, and said that her hair reached to her knees."
"But Annie always exaggerates," put in Sylvia Page. "You may take half a yard off Annie"s statements any day."
"I think Duckie"s a sport!" agreed Laura Norris.
The girls were lounging in various att.i.tudes of comfort round the fire in their sitting-room at St. Elgiva"s, in that blissful interval between preparation and supper, when nothing very intellectual was expected from them, and they might amuse themselves as they wished. Irene, squatting on the rug, was armed with the tongs, and kept poking down the miniature volcanoes that arose in the coal; Elsie luxuriated in the rocking-chair all to herself; while Francie and Sylvia--a tight fit--shared the big basket-chair. In a corner three chums were coaching each other in the speeches for a play, and a group collected round the piano were trying the chorus of a new popular song.
"Go it, Patricia!" called Irene to the girl who was playing the accompaniment. "You did that no end! St. Elgiva"s ought to have a chance for the sight-reading compet.i.tion. Trot out that song to-morrow night by all means. It"ll take the house by storm!"
"What"s going to happen to-morrow night?" enquired Marjorie, who, having changed her dress for supper, now came into the room and joined the circle by the fire.
"A very important event, my good child," vouchsafed Francie Sheppard--"an event upon which you might almost say all the rest of the school year hangs. We call it the Talents Tournament."
"The what?"
"I wish you wouldn"t ask so many questions. I was just going to explain, if you"ll give me time. The whole school meets in the a.s.sembly Hall, and anybody who feels she can do anything may give us a specimen of her talents, and if she pa.s.ses muster she"s allowed to join one of the societies--the Dramatic, or the Part Singing, or the Orchestra, or the French Conversational; or she may exhibit specimens if she wants to enter the Natural History or Scientific, or show some of her drawings if she"s artistic."
"What are you going to do?"
"I? Nothing at all. I hate showing off!"
"I"ve no "parlour tricks" either," yawned Laura. "I shall help to form the audience and do the clapping; that"s the role I"m best at."
"Old Mollie"ll put you up to tips if you"re yearning to go on the platform," suggested Elsie. "She"s A 1 at recitations, reels them off no end, I can tell you. You needn"t hang your head, Mollums, like a modest violet; it"s a solid fact. You"re the ornament of St. Elgiva"s when it comes to saying pieces. Have you got anything fresh, by the way, for to-morrow night?"
"Well, I did learn something new during the holidays," confessed Mollie.
"I hope you"ll like it--it"s rather funny. I hear there"s to be a new society this term. Meg Hutchinson was telling me about it."
"Oh, I know, the "Charades"!" interrupted Francie; "and a jolly good idea too. It isn"t everybody who has time to swat at learning parts for the Dramatic. Besides, some girls can do rehea.r.s.ed acting well, and are no good at impromptu things, and vice versa. They want sorting out."
"I don"t understand," said Marjorie.
"Oh, bother you! You"re always wanting explanations. Well, of course you know we have a Dramatic Society that gets up quite elaborate plays; the members spend ages practising their speeches and studying their att.i.tudes before the looking-gla.s.s, and they have gorgeous costumes made for them, and scenery and all the rest of it--a really first-rate business. Some of the prefects thought that it was rather too formal an affair, and suggested another society for impromptu acting. Nothing is to be prepared beforehand. Mrs. Morrison is to give a word for a charade, and the members are allowed two minutes to talk it over, and must act it right away with any costumes they can fling on out of the "property box". They"ll be arranged in teams, and may each have five minutes for a performance. I expect it will be a scream."
"Are you fond of acting, Marjorie?" asked Mollie.