"Well, we can"t help it if we do receive a few order marks. It was well worth it, in my opinion," chuckled Marjorie shamelessly.
She bluffed things off before the other girls, but secretly she felt rather uneasy. Miss Franklin"s threat to report the matter to Mrs.
Morrison recurred to her memory. At Brackenfield to carry any question to the Princ.i.p.al was an extreme measure. The Empress liked her teachers to be able to manage their girls on their own authority, and, knowing this, they generally conducted their struggles without appeal to head-quarters. Any very flagrant breach of discipline, however, was expected to be reported, so that the case could be dealt with as it deserved.
Marjorie went into the dining-hall for tea with a thrill akin to that which she usually suffered when visiting the dentist. To judge from their heightened colour and conspicuously callous manner, Rose Butler, Patricia Lennox, Phyllis Bingham, Laura Norris, Gertrude Holmes, and Evelyn Pickard were experiencing the same sensations. They fully expected to receive three order marks apiece, which would mean bed immediately after supper, instead of going to the needlework union. To their surprise Miss Franklin took no notice of them. She was sitting amongst the Juniors, and did not even look in their direction. They took care not to do anything which should attract attention to themselves, and the meal pa.s.sed over in safety. Preparation followed immediately.
Marjorie found the image of the aviator and Miss Franklin"s outraged expression kept obtruding themselves through her studies, causing sad confusion amongst French irregular verbs, and driving the princ.i.p.al battles of the Civil Wars into the sidewalks of her memory. She made a valiant effort to pull herself together, and, looking up, caught Rose Butler"s eye. Rose held up for a moment a piece of paper, upon which she had executed a fancy sketch of Captain Devereux and his aeroplane surrounded by schoolgirls, and Miss Franklin in the background raising hands of horror. It was too much for Marjorie"s sense of humour, and she chuckled audibly. Miss Norton promptly glared in her direction, and gave her an order mark, which sobered her considerably.
When preparation was over the girls changed their dresses and came down for supper, and again Miss Franklin took no notice of the sinners of the afternoon. They began to breathe more freely.
"Perhaps she"s going to overlook it," whispered Rose.
"After all, I can"t see that we did anything so very wrong," maintained Phyllis.
"Frankie"s jealous because she didn"t get an autograph for herself,"
chuckled Laura.
"I don"t believe we shall hear another word about it," a.s.serted Evelyn.
The interval between supper and prayers was spent by the girls in their own hostels. At present each house was busy with a needlework union.
They were making articles for a small bazaar, that was to be held at the school in the spring in aid of the Red Cross Society. They sat and sewed while a mistress read a book aloud to them. Marjorie was embroidering a nightdress case in ribbon-work. She used a frame, and enjoyed pulling her ribbons through into semblance of little pink roses and blue forget-me-nots. In contrast with French verbs and the Civil Wars the occupation was soothing. Ever afterwards it was a.s.sociated in her mind with the story of _Cranford_, which was being read aloud, and the very sight of ribbon-work would recall Miss Matty or the other quaint inhabitants of the old-world village.
At ten minutes to nine a bell rang, sewing-baskets were put away, and the girls trooped into the big hall for prayers.
If by that time any remembrance of her afternoon"s misdeeds entered Marjorie"s mind, it was to congratulate herself that the trouble had blown over successfully. She was certainly not prepared for what was to happen.
Mrs. Morrison mounted the platform as usual, and read prayers, and the customary hymn followed. At its close, instead of dismissing the girls to their hostels, the Princ.i.p.al made a signal for them to resume their seats.
"I have something to say to you this evening," she began gravely.
"Something which I feel demands the presence of the whole school. It is with the very greatest regret I bring this matter before you.
Brackenfield, as you are aware, will soon celebrate its tenth birthday.
During all these years of its existence it has always prided itself upon the extremely high reputation in respect of manners and conduct which its pupils have maintained in the neighbourhood. So far, at Whitecliffe, the name of a Brackenfield girl has been synonymous with perfectly and absolutely ladylike behaviour. There are other schools in the town, and it is possible that there may be among them some spirit of rivalry towards Brackenfield. The inhabitants or visitors at Whitecliffe will naturally notice any party of girls who are proceeding in line through the town, they will note their school hats, observe their conduct, and judge accordingly the establishment from which they come.
Every girl when on parade has the reputation of Brackenfield in her keeping. So strong has been the spirit not only of loyalty to the school, but of innate good breeding, that up to this day our traditions have never yet been broken. I say sorrowfully up till to-day, for this very afternoon an event has occurred which, in the estimation of myself and my colleagues, has trailed our Brackenfield standards in the dust.
Sixteen girls, who under privilege of a parade exeat visited Whitecliffe, have behaved in a manner which fills me with astonishment and disgust. That they could so far forget themselves as to break line, rush on to the sh.o.r.e, crowd round and address a perfect stranger, pa.s.ses my comprehension, and this under the eyes of two other schools who were walking along the promenade, and who must have been justly amazed and shocked. The girls who this afternoon were on exeat parade will kindly stand up."
Sixteen conscience-stricken miserable sinners rose to their feet, and, feeling themselves the centre for more than two hundred pairs of eyes, yearned for the earth to yawn and swallow them up. Mrs. Morrison regarded them for a moment or two in silence.
"Each of you will now go to her own house and fetch the autograph she secured," continued the mistress grimly. "I give you three minutes."
There was a hurried exit, and the school sat and waited until the luckless sixteen returned.
"Bring them to me!" commanded Mrs. Morrison, and in turn each girl handed over her slip of paper with the magic signature "Henri Raoul Devereux". The Princ.i.p.al placed them together, then, her eyes flashing, tore them into shreds.
"Girls who have deliberately broken rules, defied the authority of my colleague, which is equivalent to defying me, and have lowered the prestige of the school in the eyes of the world, deserve the contempt of their comrades, who, I hope, will show their opinion of such conduct. I feel that any imposition I can give them is inadequate, and that their own sense of shame should be sufficient punishment; yet, in order to enforce the lesson, I shall expect each to recite ten lines of poetry to her House Mistress every morning before breakfast until the end of the term; and Marjorie Anderson, who, I understand, was the instigator of the whole affair, will spend Sat.u.r.day afternoon indoors until she has copied out the whole of Bacon"s essay on "Empire". You may go now."
Marjorie slunk off to St. Elgiva"s in an utterly wretched frame of mind.
It was bad enough to be reproved in company with fifteen others, but to be singled out for special condemnation and held up to obloquy before all the school was terrible. In spite of herself hot tears were in her eyes. She tried to blink them back, for crying was scouted at Brackenfield, but just at that moment she came across Rose, Phyllis, Laura, and Gertrude weeping openly in a corner.
"I"ll never hold up my head again!" gulped Phyllis. "Oh, the Empress was cross! And I"m sure it was all because those wretched girls from "Hope Hall" and "The Birches" were walking along the promenade and saw us. If they"d had any sense they"d have rushed down and asked for autographs for themselves."
"It was mean of the Empress to tear ours up!" moaned Gertrude. "I call that a piece of temper on her part!"
"And after all, I don"t see that we did anything so very dreadful!"
choked Rose. "Mrs. Morrison was awfully down on us!"
"I hate learning poetry before breakfast!" wailed Laura.
"I"m the worst off," sighed Marjorie. "I"ve got to spend Sat.u.r.day afternoon pen-driving, and it"s the match with Holcombe. I"m just the unluckiest girl in the whole school. Strafe it all! It"s a grizzly nuisance. I should like to slay myself!"
To Marjorie no punishment was greater than being forced to stay indoors.
She was essentially an open-air girl, and after a long morning in the schoolroom her whole soul craved for the playing-fields. She had taken up hockey with the utmost enthusiasm. She keenly enjoyed the practices, and was deeply interested in the matches played by the school team. The event on Sat.u.r.day afternoon was considered to be of special importance, for Brackenfield was to play the First Eleven of the Holcombe Ladies"
Club. They had rather a good reputation, and the game would probably be a stiff tussle. Every Brackenfielder considered it her duty to be present to watch the match and encourage the School Eleven.
Marjorie would have given worlds to evade her punishment task that Sat.u.r.day, but Mrs. Morrison"s orders were as the laws of the Medes and Persians that cannot be altered, so she was policed to the St. Elgiva"s sitting-room by Miss Norton, and provided with sheets of exercise paper and a copy of Bacon"s _Essays_.
"I shall expect it to be finished by tea-time," said the mistress briefly. "If not, you will have to stay in again on Monday."
Marjorie frowned at the threat of further confinement, and settled herself with rather aggressive slowness. She was in a pixy mood, and did not mean to show any special haste in beginning her unwelcome work. Miss Norton glared at her, but made no further remark, and with a glance at the clock left the room. All the girls had already gone to the hockey-field, and Marjorie had St. Elgiva"s to herself. She opened the book languidly, found Essay XIX, "Of Empire", and groaned.
"It"ll take me the whole afternoon, strafe it all!" she muttered. "I wish Francis Bacon had never existed! I wonder the Empress didn"t tell me to write an essay on Aeroplanes. If I drew them all round the edges of the pages, I wonder what would happen? I"d love to do it, and put Captain Devereux"s picture at the end! I expect I"d get expelled if I did. Oh dear! It"s a weary world! I wish I were old enough to leave school and drive a transport wagon. Have I got to stop here till I"m eighteen? Another two years and a half, nearly! It gives me spasms to think of it!"
She dipped her pen in the ink and copied:
"It is a miserable state of mind to have few things to desire, and many things to fear."
"I agree with old Bacon," she commented. "Only I"ve got great heaps of things to desire, and the one I want most at present is to go to the hockey match. I wish his shade would come and help me! They didn"t play hockey in his days, so it would be a new experience for him. Francis Bacon, I command you to give me a hand with your wretched essay, and I"ll take you to the match in return!"
A smart rap-tap on the window behind her made Marjorie start and turn round in a hurry. Her invocation, however, had not called up the ghostly countenance of the defunct Sir Francis to face her; it was Dona"s roguish-looking eyes which twinkled at her from the other side of the pane.
"Open the window!" ordered that damsel.
Marjorie obeyed in much amazement. Dona was standing at the top of a ladder which just reached to the window-sill.
"Old Williams has been clipping the ivy," she explained, "so I"ve commandeered his ladder. I haven"t broken any rules. I"ve never been told that I mustn"t get up a ladder."
The girls" sitting-room at St. Elgiva"s was on the upper floor, and members of other houses were strictly forbidden to mount the stairs.
Marjorie laughed at Dona"s evasion of the edict.
"Give me a hand and I"ll toddle in," continued the latter. "Steady oh!
Don"t pull too hard. Here I am!"
"Glad to see you, but you"ll get into a jinky little row if the Acid Drop catches you!"
"Right oh, chucky! The Acid Drop is at this moment watching the team for all she"s worth. She"s awfully keen on hockey."
"I know. And so am I," said Marjorie aggrievedly. "It"s the limit to miss this match."
"You"re not going to miss it altogether. I"ve come to help you. Here, give me a pen, and I"ll copy some of the stuff out for you. Our writing"s so alike no one will guess--and you"ll get out at half-time."