The sack race for juniors was attended with much merriment. The fifteen members of the Fourth, fastened up securely to the neck in clean sacks, were laid on their backs in a giggling row. At the word of command from the starter they struggled somehow to their feet, and began to make what shuffling progress they might. It was a case of most haste least speed, for over-zealous hurry only resulted in a fall, and often five or six girls would be squirming like caterpillars on the ground. Hopping, stumbling, tripping, anything but running, the compet.i.tors made their slow way, till Jess Howard, the foremost, literally tumbled across the ribbon, lying mirthful and speechless till she was raised and released from her impediment by the stewards.
The bicycle race was less of an open compet.i.tion, for only those could enter who possessed machines. There were ten candidates altogether, Katrine, Gwethyn, and Githa being among the number. It was the sole event in the Sports for which Katrine would compete; she affected to consider running and jumping only fit for juniors, and stood aloof from such "childish recreations" (as she termed them), greatly to the indignation and scorn of the monitresses, who held a brief for athletics. The race was by no means plain riding. Two long rows of flowerpots had been placed, with due intervals between them, and in and out among these the compet.i.tors must guide their machines in a tortuous twist. It was a matter of balance and careful steering, and Katrine, who was perhaps a little too airily confident, came to grief over the ninth pot, rather--I am afraid--to the satisfaction of some of the members of the Sixth, who chuckled together at her want of prowess. Katrine, however, had the virtue of being able to take defeat in a sporting manner. She wheeled her bicycle away, and watched the finish from a quite disinterested point of view. Gwethyn did well, but she was still a little stiff with her fall on the gra.s.s, and she lacked practice.
Githa, whose daily cycling to and from school made her absolutely at home on her machine, had a decided pull over the others, and won by several points. It was her second victory that afternoon, and the school applauded loudly. Her pale cheeks flushed with pleasure at the sound of the clapping. It was sweet for once to be appreciated--she, who was generally such an outsider among the boarders.
"Good old girl! You outshone yourself!" cried Gwethyn with an admiring slap on the back. "You wound about like a boa constrictor!"
"Thanks for the comparison--I"d rather be a toadstool than a snake!"
laughed Githa.
The stewards were collecting and rearranging the flowerpots, and a team of juniors came forward for the tortoise race. A difficult compet.i.tion this, for each candidate had to conduct marching operations mounted on two flowerpots, and was required to balance herself on one leg on one pot, while she cautiously and skilfully moved the other pot forwards.
Putting a foot to the ground necessitated returning to the starting-point, and several times the foremost compet.i.tors, in their anxiety to hurry along, let zeal exceed caution and lost their balance.
True to the t.i.tle of tortoise, the slow and steady made the surest progress, and Bertha Grant, the hindmost in the opening running, scored at this event. On the whole the girls voted the obstacle race the best fun. Every compet.i.tor rapidly worked a sum, submitted it to Miss Andrews, and if correct tore away to scramble through some hurdles and run over a raised plank. She was then required to open a parcel, take out a long skirt and put it on, continuing her course, much enc.u.mbered by its flapping, to climb more hurdles as a finish. Lena Dawson, Dona Matthews, and Dorrie Vernon won credit for their respective forms, the latter particularly distinguishing herself, as she arrived at the goal without having torn her long skirt, an achievement not accomplished by Lena or Dona.
The last event, the North Pole race, was confined to juniors. The girls were first blindfolded with handkerchiefs, then paper-bags were tied over their heads, and thus incapacitated from seeing, they were turned loose to grope for the "North Pole", a stick placed in the centre of the field. Attendant scouts kept them on the course, gently turning them towards the goal when they strayed to other points of the compa.s.s; but in spite of this help they would often pa.s.s groping hands within a few inches of the stick and fail to grasp it. After much fun and excellent "collie work" on the part of the scouts, Meta Powers tumbled quite by accident over the winning-post, bearing it with her to the ground as she shouted a stifled "Hurrah!" from within her paper-bag.
CHAPTER XXII
The Old Oak Cupboard
There yet remained the form trophy to be competed for, winners only in the previous events being eligible as candidates. To ensure equal chances for all, the test was to be a handicap race, age and height being taken into consideration. The judges carefully placed the compet.i.tors, tall Rose Randall getting little advantage over Dorrie Vernon, though she was two years younger, and Jess Howard being in a line with Dona Matthews. Githa had been given her starting-point, and was standing in readiness for the signal, when she noticed her uncle and aunt arriving upon the scene. How late they were! They had missed almost the entire programme. Who was that stranger in khaki whom they had brought with them? They were introducing him to Mrs. Franklin, who was shaking hands, and finding seats for all three. Some friend of Uncle Wilfred"s, she supposed--but here her reflections were brought to an abrupt close, for Miss Andrews gave the signal, and the race began.
Owing to the handicaps it was a closely matched affair; all were on their mettle, and exerted themselves to the uttermost. At first Dona seemed to be making the best progress, but Dorrie and Ellaline were coming up fast from behind, and pa.s.sed her. Githa ran steadily until the two Sixth Form girls were in a line with her; then with a sudden spurt, of which she had hardly believed herself capable, she sprang forward, kept her advantage, and a whole yard in front of them touched the ribbon. The Fourth rent the air with their cheers. The trophy was by far the most important event of the afternoon, and the girl who had secured it for her form was the heroine of the moment. Too much out of breath for speech, but conscious of her honours, Githa walked back to receive the congratulations of her comrades. Two medals and the trophy!
She could scarcely believe her good fortune.
Mrs. Boswell, with smiling face, had turned to the prize-table, and Miss Andrews was marshalling the winners in the order of their events.
"The poor old Toadstool looks quite pretty for once," said Jill Barton, as Githa, with shining eyes, and cheeks flushed with unwonted colour, received her two medals and the charming little clock which would henceforth adorn the mantelpiece of the Fourth Form room.
"When she"s through her ugly duckling stage, I believe she"ll turn out rather handsome," agreed Ivy Parkins. "I always said she had good features, only she looked so drab and depressed. Her expression has changed lately, and it makes an immense difference. She doesn"t scowl like she used to do."
It was indeed such a bright, beaming, animated girl who expressed her thanks to Mrs. Boswell, the donor of the clock, that Mrs. Ledbury looked quite amazed. She beckoned her niece to her side.
[Ill.u.s.tration: ""THIS CONCERNS US VERY MUCH, GITHA. IT"S YOUR GRANDFATHER"S LAST WILL""]
"Come here, Githa! I"m glad to see you do so well. I want you to speak to this gentleman" (indicating the khaki-clad officer). "Do you know who he is? I thought not! Well, it"s a surprise for us all."
But as Githa looked up into the kindly face turned smilingly down to greet her, old wellnigh forgotten scenes of early childhood came rushing back, and with a swift flash, half of intuition, half of memory, she divined the truth.
"You"re my Uncle Frank!" she exclaimed.
Later on in the afternoon, when tea was over, and the visitors were dispersed about the garden, Githa took her new uncle for a walk in the orchard. She did not feel in the least shy with him, and clung to his arm, stroking the khaki sleeve--a caress she would never have dreamed of venturing with Mr. Wilfred Ledbury.
"I got your letter all right--that"s what brought me," confided Uncle Frank. "I never meant to show my face in Heathwell again, but if you children want me, that"s a different matter. So you think you"d like to live with me, you young witch? Well, wait till the war"s over, and we"ll see what can be managed. Your brother tried to run away, did he? The rascal! I"m glad he"s ready to serve his country--the navy will be the making of him. I must have a look at the Grange, for old sake"s sake.
Now tell me about your little self and your doings."
Then somehow Githa began pouring out the whole story of the last few weeks" happenings, including the finding of the movable panel at the Grange, and ending with Bob Gartley"s confession on the preceding afternoon. Her uncle listened attentively.
"I should like to see this oak cupboard," he remarked. "You say it belongs to your friend Katrine, the sister of Marsden whom I met in hospital? Would she show it to us now?"
"I"m sure she would. I"ll go and fetch her. Please wait for me here."
Githa returned in a few minutes with both Katrine and Gwethyn. They were anxious to make Captain Ledbury"s acquaintance and to ask for news of their brother Hereward. The account of his progress was satisfactory.
"He"ll have joined his regiment again by now, I expect, lucky chap! He wasn"t on the "serious" list, so had no need to be invalided home. Oh, he"s in the best of spirits! He kept us all alive in the ward with his jokes. Never met such a fellow for making puns!"
"Just like Hereward!" exclaimed the sisters proudly.
Katrine led the way to the studio, and did the honours of the little spice cupboard.
"I didn"t know when I bought it that it came originally from the Grange," she explained. "It had changed hands twice before I got possession of it."
"Githa and I spent half an hour or more over it yesterday, but we couldn"t find any secret place," added Gwethyn.
Captain Ledbury had stooped down, and was making a careful examination.
He pulled out all the small drawers, and felt carefully behind them.
"I dare say it"s twenty years or more since my father showed me how this works. I"ve almost forgotten the trick. Which side was it, now? Right or left? Why, of course, I remember! You push both together. It"s rather stiff. Right-o! It"s moving. Oh, good biz!"
A thin panel of wood forming the back of the recess had slid aside, revealing a small door with a keyhole. It refused to open, and was evidently securely locked.
"With your permission, Miss Marsden, we shall have to do a little burgling," remarked Captain Ledbury. "Perhaps my penknife will serve as a "jemmy"."
"Oh no, Uncle Frank!" cried Githa. "Don"t force it! Wait half a moment.
I"ve got it here in my pocket. Look! Try this--the key that I found inside the panel at the Grange. I"ve kept it most carefully, in case I should ever find what it belonged to."
"I believe you"ve solved the problem!" murmured her uncle.
All watched eagerly as Captain Ledbury made trial of the little key. It fitted exactly. The rusty lock creaked as it turned, and the door flew open.
The s.p.a.ce revealed was very narrow; there was only just room for a fat envelope that was wedged inside. Uncle Frank tore the letter open with impatient fingers. It contained a pile of bank-notes and a sheet of writing-paper. He studied the latter attentively for a moment or two.
Then he turned to his niece.
"This concerns us very much, Githa. It"s your grandfather"s last will, duly witnessed, and apparently in good order. You and Cedric and myself benefit considerably. It"s a lucky day for the three of us. I shall keep this packet, and place it at once in the hands of the solicitor who is named as executor."
"So Grandfather hadn"t forgotten us, after all!"
"Not a bit of it. You"ll come in for a very nice little fortune some day, young lady! This is better than winning clocks and medals!"
"I never won anything in my life before. The key has proved my mascot this afternoon."
"When one"s luck turns, it often comes with a rush," chuckled Uncle Frank.
"Bob Gartley really told the truth for once in his life. He"ll deserve the five pounds I promised him."