The dilatory juniors, by dint of much urging, were at last hustled off the scenes. The ringleaders among them departed in rebellious spirits, which fizzed over in the playground into a series of aggressive c.o.c.k-a-doodle-doos, significant of their att.i.tude of annoyance.
The monitresses wisely took no notice. They were too glad to be rid of the younger element to follow into the playground and do battle. Having cleared the premises, they pa.s.sed the signal "all serene!" and repaired to the summer-house. It was a good place for a secret meeting, for it was at the bottom of the garden, facing the main path and a patch of lawn, so that it would be quite impossible for anybody to come from the house or the gymnasium without being seen. The accommodation was limited, but some of the girls sat on the floor, and some on the gravel in front. It had been a matter of considerable difficulty to procure sweets, and every likely shop in the town had been foraged. The result, though not very great, was quite wonderful for war-time: there was actually some chocolate, some walnut toffee, two ounces of pear drops, and some gum lozenges. The contributions were pooled, and shared round impartially.
The members were sucking blissfully while Lorraine went round and collected the literary portion of the entertainment.
"Only eight papers to-day! You slackers! Audrey, where"s yours? Haven"t had time to think of anything? How weak! Doreen, I expected the Fifth to do its duty. Thanks, Phbe, I"m glad you"ve written something, and you too, Beryl."
"Please keep mine till the _very_ last, and don"t read it at all if there isn"t much time!" implored Phbe.
"You mustn"t read mine first!" fluttered Dorothy.
"Nor mine!"
"Nor mine!"
"Look here! Somebody has got to come first! I shall do it by lot; I"ll write your names on slips of paper and shuffle them. Lend me a pencil, Patsie. There! I"ll stir them round, and Audrey shall draw one."
Audrey picked out at random one of the little twisted sc.r.a.ps of paper, and the lot fell upon the protesting Dorothy. She rose apologetically.
"They"re not much," she murmured. "Just a few "Ruthless Rhymes", that"s all.
Anna Maria Fell into the fire, She was burnt to a cinder.
Pa said: "Let"s open winder!"
In a river in the city Jack was drowned And never found.
Mother said it was a pity His new boots went down with him.
They"d have fitted Brother Jim.
A bomb dropped on to the house and blew Beds, tables and chairs to Timbuctoo.
"Dear, dear how annoying!" murmured Aunt May, "We"d spring-cleaned the place only yesterday!"
Poor little Johnnie, he swallowed his rattle, It stuck in his throat and he gave up life"s battle; They couldn"t get Johnnie to "ope eyes and peep"
But they shook up the rattle and sold it off cheap."
The next on the list was Lorraine"s own contribution.
DIARY OF A GIRL IN THE YEAR A.D. 4000
To-day I used my new air wings, and flew up the Thames valley to see the remains of ancient London, recently excavated. It is an extraordinary sight, and certainly seems to throw some light upon the manners and customs of that quaint old nation, the English of two thousand years ago. In the museum are some weird specimens of public conveyances, notably a thing called a "tramcar" in which all sorts and conditions of people sat squeezed up side by side, and were whirled along the street, instead of the street moving as it does now, to convey pa.s.sengers without any trouble. There were also machines called bicycles, consisting of two wheels and a saddle. The curator says they were much used in olden times, though how people balanced on them, goodness knows! Not half so convenient as our modern wings! Another interesting exhibit was a collection of clothing of the nineteenth and twentieth centuries; coats, cloaks and dresses actually made of such rare materials as cloth, silk, cotton and velvet. It makes one gasp. How beautiful they must have looked--but oh! how insanitary! How different to our modern pulp clothing that is burnt (by law) every week. I am told some of the things used to be sent to a place called a laundry, and washed all together. No wonder germs were spread in those days! It is a marvel they did not all die off from infectious diseases. There were also some fine specimens of dishes upon which food used to be served, interesting as survivals of an old custom, but amazing to us, who live on concentrated tabloids. The time those ancients wasted over meals must have been stupendous! Some old school books also made me smile. Oh, the poor children of those days! Fancy them sitting at desks and trying their eyes over that wretched small print.
Now, when all the teaching is by cinema and gramophone, we realize what a purgatory education must have been in the past. I am very thankful to be living in A.D. 4000, with all our modern advantages. Think of having to go by sea to visit your friends in America, when to-day we simply get out the balloon and whisk over to pay a call. My new electric shoes have just come, and I expect will be a tremendous aid to my dancing. I shall wear them at my birthday-party. By the by, I must send a wireless to Connie, to ask if she means to come to my party. She mentioned yesterday that she was flying to China, but perhaps she will be back in time. Dad has promised me a new best gla.s.s-sided diving boat for a present, so I hope to do a little ocean exploring this summer. I hear the scenery at the bottom of the Pacific is most beautiful--far finer than the Atlantic, which everybody knows now. Well, I must go and start my gramophone, or I shan"t know my j.a.panese lesson for to-morrow. Professor Okuto is the limit if one slacks. Good-bye, dear little diary. I"ll type some more in you another day.
The girls giggled.
"You"ve gone ahead rather far," commented Audrey. "It sounds blissful to fly, and use a diving boat, but I"d draw the line at learning j.a.panese."
"Oh, it will be one of the languages of the future, no doubt!" Lorraine a.s.sured her. "French will probably be quite old-fashioned, unless it"s studied like Greek and Latin are nowadays."
"I expect the children of even a few hundred years hence will have awful times learning the history of this war," said Dorothy.
"Probably they"ll know more about it than we shall ever do. There are generally secret facts that crop up again after everybody is dead. It"ll be a gold-mine for historians."
"And for story-writers."
"Rather!"
"Audrey, choose another sc.r.a.p of paper, and see who"s next on the list."
It proved to be Patsie, and her contribution was a collection of parodied proverbs. She called them:
MORAL MAXIMS FOR YOUTHFUL MINDS
Take care of the shrimps, and the lobsters will boil themselves.
Haste not pant not.
A c.o.c.kroach saved is a c.o.c.kroach gained.
A mouse in the hand is worth two in the hole.
Treacle by any other name would taste as sweet Catch moths while the moon shines.
All is not mirth that t.i.tters.
A squashed slug dreads the spade.
It"s the last sob that breaks the camel"s heart.
"And if a child won"t learn his maxim, The teacher promptly takes and smacks "im!"
Vivien, who was fond of rhymes, had cudgelled her brains for Limericks, and produced the following:
NELLIE APPLEBY
There was once a schoolgirl named Nell, Who fancied herself quite a swell; With her head in the air And her frizzled-up hair, She reckoned she looked just a belle.
PATSIE SULLIVAN
We know a young damsel named Pat, She"s big, and she"s floppy and fat.
When to dance she begins We just shriek as she spins, And wonder whatever she"s at!
LORRAINE FORRESTER
There is a head girl named Lorraine (Of which fact I admit she is vain), She walks on her toes, With an up-tilted nose, Her dignified post to sustain.
AUDREY ROBERTS
There is a young slacker named Audrey, Whose taste in cheap jewels is tawdry, Necklace, brooches, and bangles She flaunts and she jangles, And her get-up is just a bit gaudy.
DOROTHY SKIPTON
I know a young person named Dolly, Who"s ready for any fresh folly.
She thinks she"s a wit, And can make quite a hit, But she tells a few whoppers, my golly!
The girls giggled uneasily. There was a sting in each of the verses, and n.o.body likes to be made fun of. Somehow, Vivien always stuck in pins.
"We"ll make one about you," began Patsie, with a rather red face.