"And I"ve an almost new blotter, and some Indian curios, and some foreign stamps, and a very good post-card alb.u.m, and a quite new birthday book."
"That Kate Greenaway one? Oh! you promised to give it to _me_!"
exclaimed Monica.
"You"ve got two of your own already!"
"I don"t care! I want this as well."
"Then buy it at the sale."
"No, I"m going to get Jill"s box of pastels and Miriam"s autograph alb.u.m. I"ve bagged them in advance. Tibbiekins, I _must_ have that birthday book!"
"You can"t, Cuckoo! Don"t be greedy!"
"But you _promised_!"
"Well, I can"t help it if I did, and I don"t remember promising, anyway. That birthday book"s going down to the sale, and if you want it, you"ll just have to buy it. There!"
"You mean thing!" blazed Monica. "Just because you"re head girl, you think you can do as you like. Keep your old birthday book, and sell it to anybody you can. _I_ shan"t buy it! But I"ll pay you out for this--see if I don"t! I think you"re perfectly hateful, Lorraine! I wish you"d go away to a boarding school, or to a college like Rosemary. I don"t want you here at home, anyway!"
"All right, draw it mild!" said Lorraine, who was well accustomed to her younger sister"s outbursts of temper.
"You really did promise poor Cuckoo that Kate Greenaway birthday book,"
remarked Mrs. Forrester later in the evening.
"I can"t remember anything at all about it, Mother," said Lorraine impatiently. "Cuckoo makes such an absurd fuss. Surely she might be ready to give up something for the prisoners of war. It"s not good for her always to get her own way! She"s really so absurdly spoilt!"
"Somebody else likes her own way occasionally!" suggested Mrs.
Forrester, with uplifted eyebrows.
"Well, you can"t say I"m spoilt! The middle girl never is. It"s Rosemary and Monica who get all the attention in this family!" declared Lorraine, flouncing out of the room in a state of mind bordering on rebellion.
She wrapped up the birthday book in white tissue paper, and packed it the first of all her articles for the sale. The best of us have our faults, and there was a strain of obstinacy in Lorraine"s disposition.
She and Monica had waged war before this, on occasion. They did not speak to each other at supper.
"What a nice, cheerful thing it is to have two thunder-clouds sitting at the table!" commented Mrs. Forrester. "It"s so pleasant for the rest of us, isn"t it?"
"Mind the milk doesn"t turn sour!" chuckled Mervyn. "You girls are the limit!"
The sale, by special permission of Miss Kingsley, was fixed for three o"clock on Thursday afternoon, a whole hour"s lessons being remitted in its favour. It was to be held in the gymnasium, and the articles were to be spread out on benches. Each form had contributed its own quota, and had appointed two representatives as saleswomen. The goods were marked, but bargaining was permissible if the figure was considered by the saleswoman to be too high. The monitresses const.i.tuted a court of appeal on this score.
All had done really n.o.bly in the way of bringing contributions, and most of the "white elephants" were quite useful and desirable possessions. The girls wandered round, looking at an a.s.sortment of brooches, penknives, pencil-boxes, paints, chalks, books, music, blotters, photo frames, toys, and a number of little trifles such as girls love. Lorraine, with three weeks" acc.u.mulated pocket money, a hitherto unspent birthday present, and what was left in her savings-box, felt in a position to be munificent, and determined to patronize each separate stall. She first made a tour of them all, before she should decide upon her purchases.
"It"s quite a good show," said Vivien, fondly fingering a black cat mascot she had just bought and fastened upon her blouse. "Seen the kids"
things? They"re ripping, some of them. They must have been looting at home! I"ve got the prettiest little purse! I"ll show it to you. Only gave sixpence for it. It"s a real bargain!"
"I"ve been wanting a m.u.f.f chain for _years_!" declared Nellie. "I put it down regularly on my birthday and Christmas lists, but my family always gave me something else instead. Now don"t you think this is just the jinkiest one you"ve ever seen? I can"t think how Audrey could part with it!"
"m.u.f.f chains aren"t fashionable now!"
"That won"t trouble me in the least!"
"I hunted out my old dolls and dolls" clothes," said Claire, "and the kids went wild over them. Dora doesn"t care for dolls, so it was no use keeping them for _her_. She"s a regular tomboy."
"What did you bring, Claudia?" asked Nellie.
"Those _Art Magazines_ and copies of _The Connoisseur_. Dad let me have them from his studio."
"Oh, goody! They"re the very things I want!" rejoiced Lorraine. "Tell Patsie not to sell them till I come!"
She had reached the Second Form stall, and was hurriedly reviewing its contents, gazing over the heads of a chattering mob of juniors. Suddenly she gave a gasp of consternation. In the middle of the bench, temptingly spread forth in a row, were a number of objects with which she was familiar--some coloured supplements from Christmas numbers, a mug with a robin on it, a sandalwood box, a carved photo frame, a travelling ink-pot, two plaques of Thorwaldsen"s "Night" and "Morning", and a model of a Swiss chalet. They were household articles which she had appropriated to herself, and had hidden away for safety in a drawer on the top landing at home. Each one was a treasure. She loved the coloured supplements, and had meant to have them framed when she could afford it.
The robin mug was her last link with childhood. The chalet, though really the property of Richard, had been knocking about in the attic till she had rescued it, and the other things had all been apparently discarded by their rightful owners until she had adopted them. To see them here, laid out ready for sale, was a shock.
"It"s that abominable little wretch of a Cuckoo! I"ll slay her for this!" she thought grimly, and started off to find the offender. She discovered her among a crowd of kindred pig-tails, and dragged her away into a discreet corner.
"What do you mean by prigging my things for your stall?" she demanded angrily.
"They"re not your things!" retorted Monica. "Not more than anybody else"s. Those coloured pictures belong to Father and Mother, and the chalet was Richard"s, only I"m sure he doesn"t want it, and the ink-pot"s the one Aunt Ellie left behind, and the photo frame is Rosemary"s. I found them all in a drawer on the top landing."
"You knew I"d put them there!"
Monica coloured to the tips of her ears.
"They"re as much mine as yours!" she flared.
"Did Mother say you might have them?"
"I didn"t ask her, and no more did you when you took them! Anyhow, they"re "white elephants" now, and "on sale"."
"You must get them back, Monica!" urged Lorraine desperately. "Tell Kitty and Joan you took them by mistake!"
"How can I? Really, Lorraine, I wonder at you! Do you want me to disgrace the family? Nice thing it would look for the head girl"s sister to take things back that she"d just given! Why, the whole form would scoff at us! Surely you might be ready to give up something for the prisoners of war? That"s what you said about me, at any rate! If you want your old things, you must buy them back!"
And Monica, making a sudden dive between two Fifth Form girls, escaped from her sister, and sought the farthest corner of the gymnasium.
In spite of her indignation, Lorraine could not help acknowledging that there was justice in these remarks. It would certainly be most undignified, and in fact impossible, to take back articles once given to the sale. Cuckoo"s taunt about the prisoners of war stung Lorraine badly. If she wanted her treasures, there was nothing for it but to put the best face she could on the matter, and buy them at once before anybody else had an innings. It might already be too late. In considerable anxiety she hurried back to the stall, and found a curly-headed junior critically handling the robin mug. She s.n.a.t.c.hed it from the child with scant ceremony.
"If you don"t want this, Doris, I do! How much, Kitty, please? I"ll take these pictures too; yes, and this chalet; and I"ll have the ink-pot and the frame as well. That"s all, if you"ll make them into a parcel.
Thanks!" and Lorraine sailed away, leaving Doris open-mouthed, and Kitty cheerfully clinking the change in her brown leather moneybag. It was annoying to have spent so much, for it meant forgoing a piece of music which she had intended to give to Morland. She watched her cousin buy it instead.
"I"ll borrow it from Vivien and copy it," she thought rapidly. "Or if Morland plays it twice over, he"ll have it by heart. Hallo! Four o"clock already, and these stalls not half cleared! We shall have to have an auction."
Patsie, on being consulted, agreed, and readily undertook the post of auctioneer, to which she was voted by general accord.
"I don"t know whether to take it as compliment or not," she twittered.
"I suppose you think I"ve got the gift of the gab, and will make a good Cheap Jack! Well, I"ll do my best for you. Here goes! Give me a ruler or something for a hammer."
A treble line of girls spread themselves round in an amused circle.
Patsie, and especially Patsie in a bantering mood, was always worth listening to. They prepared themselves for a half-hour of sheer fun.