For the Sake of the School.
by Angela Brazil.
CHAPTER I
The Woodlands
"Are they never going to turn up?"
"It"s almost four now!"
"They"ll be left till the six-thirty!"
"Oh, don"t alarm yourself! The valley train always waits for the express."
"It"s coming in now!"
"Oh, good, so it is!"
"Late by twenty minutes exactly!"
"Stand back there!" yelled a porter, setting down a box with a slam, and motioning the excited, fluttering group of girls to a position of greater safety than the extreme edge of the platform. "Llangarmon Junction! Change for Glanafon and Graigwen!"
Snorting and puffing, as if in agitated apology for the tardiness of its arrival, the train came steaming into the station, the drag of its brakes adding yet another item of noise to the prevailing babel.
Intending pa.s.sengers clutched bags and baskets; fathers of families gave a last eye to the luggage; mothers grasped children firmly by the hand; a distracted youth, seeking vainly for his portmanteau, upset a stack of bicycles with a crash; while above all the din and turmoil rose the strident, rasping voice of a book-stall boy, crying his selection of papers with ear-splitting zeal.
From the windows of the in-coming express waved seventeen agitated pocket-handkerchiefs, and the signal was answered by a counter-display of cambric from the twenty girls hustled back by an inspector in the direction of the weighing-machine.
"There"s Helen!"
"And Ruth, surely!"
"Oh! where"s Marjorie?"
"There! Can"t you see her, with Doris?"
"That"s Mamie, waving to me!"
"What"s become of Kathleen?"
One moment more, and the neat school hats of the new-comers had swelled the group of similar school hats already collected on the platform; ecstatic greetings were exchanged, urgent questions asked and hasty answers given, and items of choice information poured forth with the utmost volubility of which the English tongue is capable. Urged by brief directions from a mistress in charge, the chattering crew surged towards a siding, and made for a particular corridor carriage marked "Reserved".
Here handbags, umbrellas, wraps, and lunch-baskets were hastily stowed away in the racks, and, Miss Moseley having a.s.sured herself that not a single lamb of her flock was left behind, the grinning porter slammed the doors, the green flag waved, and the local train, long overdue, started with a jerk for the Craigwen Valley.
Past the grey old castle that looked seawards over the estuary, past the little white town of Llangarmon, with its ancient walls and fortified gates, past the quay where the fishing smacks were lying idly at anchor and a pleasure-steamer was unloading its human cargo, past the long stretch of sandy common, where the white tents of the Territorials evoked an outcry of interest, then up alongside the broad tidal river towards where the mountains, faint and misty, rose shouldering one another till they merged into the white nebulous region of the cloud-flecked sky. Those lucky ones who had secured window seats on the river side of the carriage were loud in their acclamations of satisfaction as familiar objects in the landscape came into sight.
"There"s Cwm Dinas. I wish they could float a big Union Jack on the summit."
"It would be a landmark all right."
"Oh, the flag"s up at Plas Cafn!"
"We"ll have one at school this term?"
"Oh, I say! Move a sc.r.a.p," pleaded Ulyth Stanton plaintively. "We only get fields and woods on our side. I can"t see anything at all for your heads. You might move. What selfish pigs you are! Well, I don"t care; I"m going to talk."
"You have been talking already. You"ve never stopped, in fact," remarked Beth Broadway, proffering a swiftly disappearing packet of pear drops with a generosity born of the knowledge that all sweets would be confiscated on arrival at The Woodlands.
"I know I have, but that was merely by the way. It wasn"t anything very particular, and I"ve got something I want to tell you--something fearfully important. Absolutely super! D"you know, she"s actually coming to school. Isn"t it great? She"s to be my room-mate. I"m just wild to see her. I hope her ship won"t be stopped by storms."
"By the Muses, whom are you talking about?"
""She" means the cat," sn.i.g.g.e.red Gertrude Oliver.
"Why! can"t you guess? What stupids you are! It"s Rona, of course--Rona Mitch.e.l.l from New Zealand."
"You"re ragging!"
"It"s a fact. It is indeed!"
The incredulity on the countenances of her companions having yielded to an expression of interest, Ulyth continued her information with increased zest, and a conscious though would-be nonchalant air of importance.
"Her father wants her to go to school in England, so he decided to send her to The Woodlands, so that she might be with me!"
"Do you mean that girl you were so very proud of corresponding with? I forget how the whole business began," broke in Stephanie Radford.
"Don"t you remember? It was through a magazine we take. The editor arranged for readers of the magazine in England to exchange letters with other readers overseas. He gave me Rona. We"ve been writing to each other every month for two years."
"I had an Australian, but she wouldn"t write regularly, so we dropped it," volunteered Beth Broadway. "I believe Gertrude had somebody too."
"Yes, a girl in Canada. I never got farther than one short letter and a picture post card, though. I do so loathe writing," sighed Gertrude.
"Ulyth"s the only one who"s kept the thing up."
"And do you mean to say this New Zealander"s actually coming to our school?" asked Stephanie.
"That"s the joysome gist of my remarks! I can"t tell you how I"m pining and yearning to see her. She seems like a girl out of a story. To think of it! Rona Mitch.e.l.l at school with us!"
"Suppose you don"t like her?"
"Oh, I"m certain I shall! She"s written me the jolliest, loveliest, funniest letters! I feel I know her already. We shall be the very best of friends. Her father has a huge farm of I can"t tell you how many miles, and she has two horses of her own, and fords rivers when she"s out riding."
"When"s she to arrive?"
"Probably to-morrow. She"s travelling by the _King George_, and coming up straight from London to school directly she lands. I hope she"s got to England safely. She must have left home ever such a long time ago.
How fearfully exciting for her to----"
But here Ulyth"s reflections were brought to an abrupt close, for the train was approaching Glanafon Ferry, and her comrades, busily collecting their various handbags, would lend no further ear to her remarks.