"I never could spell," answered Katrine serenely.
"Then it"s time you learnt. Your writing also is sprawling and careless, and you have no idea of punctuation. I wish you could have seen the neat, beautifully expressed essays that Ermengarde used to write. They were models of composition and tidiness."
A suppressed smile pa.s.sed round the form. The subject of Ermengarde was a perennial joke among the girls. Mrs. Franklin did not approve of holding up present pupils as patterns, for fear of fostering their vanity, so she generally quoted her daughter as an epitome of all the virtues. It was common knowledge in the school that Ermengarde"s achievements had acquired an after-reputation which at the time they certainly did not justify. So far from being a shining ornament of Aireyholme, she had generally lagged in the wake of her form. She had bitterly disappointed her mother by barely sc.r.a.ping through her matriculation, and failing to win a scholarship for college. Poor Ermengarde had no gift for study; she was not particularly talented in any direction, and, shirking the various careers which Mrs. Franklin urged upon her, had taken fate into her own hands by marrying a curate, albeit he was impecunious, and "not at all clever, thank goodness!", as she confided to her intimate friends. When matrimony had debarred Ermengarde from any possibility of a college degree, her mother took it for granted that she would have obtained honours if she had only tried for them, and always spoke of her with regretful admiration as one who had laid aside the laurels of the muses for the duster of domesticity.
"Saint Ermengarde", so the girls called her in mockery, lived therefore as a kind of school tradition, and she would have been very much surprised, indeed, had she known the extent to which her modest efforts had been magnified.
Gwethyn, who had been placed in the Fifth Form, found her level more quickly than did Katrine in the Sixth. Her high spirits and harum-scarum ways commended her to most of her new companions. She had a racy method of speech and a humorous habit of exaggeration that were rather amusing.
Fresh from V.B. at the Hartfield High School, she fell easily into the work of the form, and if she did not particularly distinguish herself, gave no special trouble. The spirited sketch which she made of Miss Spencer, pince-nez on nose and book in hand, was considered "to the life", and she was good-natured enough to make no less than five copies of it, at the earnest request of Prissie Yorke, Susie Parker, Rose Randall, Beatrix Bates, and Dona Matthews. Her drawings of imps and goblins, with which she speedily decorated the fly-leaves of her new text-books, were immensely admired. General feeling inclined to the opinion that while Katrine gave herself airs, Gwethyn was the right sort, and might be adopted, with due caution, into the heart of the form. It would, of course, be unwise to make too much fuss of her in the beginning; every new girl must go through her novitiate of snubbing, but such a jolly, happy-go-lucky specimen as this would not be long in settling into Aireyholme ways.
The new-comers had arrived on 21st April: they had therefore been a little more than a week at the school when the 1st of May ushered in the summer. May Day was kept with great ceremony at Heathwell. The old festival, abandoned for more than a hundred years, had been revived lately in the village, largely at the instance of Miss Aubrey, whose artistic spirit revelled in such picturesque scenes. She had persuaded Mr. Boswell, the local squire, to place a may-pole on a small green near the market hall, and she had herself taught the children of the Council school a number of charming folk dances. The schoolmaster and the vicar both approved of the movement, and gave every facility and encouragement, and the children themselves were highly enthusiastic.
This year it was proposed to have a more than usually elaborate performance, and to take a collection in the streets in aid of the Prince of Wales"s Fund. May Day fortunately fell on a Sat.u.r.day, so, as the festival had been well advertised, it was hoped that visitors would come over from Carford and other places in the neighbourhood. Though the actual pageant was to be given by the Council school children, the girls at Aireyholme rendered very valuable help. They made some of the dresses, plaited garlands, st.i.tched knots of coloured ribbons, and last, but not least, were responsible for the collecting. Fifteen of the seniors, wearing Union Jack badges on their hats, and broad bands of tricolour ribbon tied under one arm and across the shoulder, were set apart for the task, each carrying a wooden box labelled: "Prince of Wales"s Fund".
The festivities were to begin at three o"clock, to fit in with the times of the local railway trains. The morning was a busy whirl of preparation. Miss Aubrey, with the monitresses as special helpers, flitted backwards and forwards between Aireyholme and the village, making last arrangements and putting finishing touches. Katrine and Gwethyn had never before had the opportunity of witnessing such a spectacle, so they were full of excitement at the prospect. At half-past two, Mrs. Franklin, mistresses, and girls sallied forth to the scene of action, and secured an admirable position on the steps of the market hall, whence they could have a good view of the proceedings.
It was a balmy, sunny day, and the lovely weather, combined with the quaint programme, had tempted many visitors from various places in the district. The trains arrived full, and Heathwell for once was overflowing. Not only had people made use of the railway, but many had come on bicycles, and motor-cars added to the crush. The local shops, and even the cottages, had taken advantage of the occasion to sell lemonade and ginger beer, and had hung out home-written signs announcing their willingness to provide teas and store cycles. The village was _en fete_, and the general atmosphere was one of jollity and enjoyment.
The children were waiting in the school play-ground, under the superintendence of their teachers and Miss Aubrey. Precisely as the church clock struck three, the procession started. It was led by the band of the local corps of boy scouts, the drummer very proud indeed in the possession of the orthodox leopard skin, which had been presented only the week before by a local magnate. After the scouts came a number of children, dressed in Kate Greenaway costumes, and carrying May knots--sticks surmounted with wreaths of flowers and green leaves. A band of little ones, representing fairies, heralded the approach of the May Queen, who drove in great state in a tiny carriage drawn by a very small Shetland pony, led by a page resplendent in ribbons and buckles.
The carriage was so covered with flowers that it well resembled the car of Friga, the spring G.o.ddess of Scandinavian mythology, who gave her name to Friday. No deity, cla.s.sic or Teutonic, could have been prettier than the flaxen-haired little maiden, who sat up stiffly, trying with great dignity to support her regal honours. Her courtiers walked behind her, and after came a band of morris dancers, jingling their bells as they went. The pageant paraded down the High Street, made a circuit round the market hall, and drew up round the may-pole on the strip of green. A platform had been erected here, with a throne for the Queen, so her little majesty was duly handed out of her carriage, and installed in the post of honour. Amid ringing cheers the crown was placed on her curly head, and the sceptre delivered to her, while small courtiers bowed with a very excellent imitation of mediaeval grace.
"What an absolute darling the Queen is!" remarked Gwethyn, who, with Katrine, was an ecstatic spectator.
"It"s little Mary Gartley," replied Coralie Nelson. "They"re the best-looking family in the village--six children, and all have those lovely flaxen curls. I never saw such beautiful hair. Look at that tiny wee chap who"s standing just by the pony. That"s Hugh Gartley. Isn"t he an absolute cherub? We"ve had him for a model at the studio. We call him "The School Mascot", because he"s brought us such luck. Miss Aubrey"s picture of him has got into the Academy, and Gladwin Riley"s sketch won first prize in a magazine compet.i.tion, and Hilda Smart"s photo of him also took a prize in a paper. He scored three successes for Aireyholme.
He"s the sweetest little rascal. Even Mrs. Franklin can"t resist patting him on the head, and giving him biscuits."
"He"s an absolute angel!" agreed the Marsdens enthusiastically.
When the coronation of the May Queen was duly accomplished, the sports began. A band of dainty damsels, holding coloured ribbons, plaited and unplaited the may-pole, much to the admiration of the crowd, who encored the performance. The fairies gave a pretty exhibition, waving garlands of flowers as they trod their fantastic measure; the morris dancers capered their best, and the Boy Scouts" band did its utmost in providing the music. It was a very charming scene; so quaint amid the old-world setting of the picturesque village that the spectators clapped and cheered with heartiest approval. The little actors, excited by the applause, began to go beyond control, and to run about helter-skelter, waving their garlands and shouting "hurrah!" The crowd also was breaking up. A train was nearly due, and some of the visitors made a rush for the station. A char-a-banc with three horses started from the "Bell and Dragon". At that identical moment little Hugh Gartley, seeing some attraction on the opposite pavement, threw discipline to the winds and dashed suddenly across the road, in front of the very wheels of the pa.s.sing char-a-banc. Katrine happened to be watching him. With a leap and a run she was down the steps of the market hall and in the street.
Before the child, or anyone else, realized his danger, she had s.n.a.t.c.hed him from the front of the horses, and had dragged him on to the pavement. The driver pulled up in considerable alarm.
"It"s not my fault," he protested. "Kids shouldn"t bolt across like that."
Finding there was no harm done, he drove on. The incident was over so quickly that it was hardly noticed by the general public. Little Hugh Gartley, much scared, clung crying to Katrine"s hand. She took him in her arms and comforted him with chocolates. He made friends readily, and instead of rejoining the May dancers, insisted upon staying with her for the rest of the performance. Katrine was fond of children, and enjoyed petting the pretty little fellow. She kept him by her until the procession pa.s.sed on its return to the schoolhouse, then she made him slip in amongst the other masqueraders.
The fifteen collectors had been busy all the afternoon handing round their boxes, and antic.i.p.ated quite a good harvest.
"I shouldn"t be surprised if we"d taken seven or eight pounds; many people put in silver," said Diana Bennett. "It will be grand when the boxes are opened."
"You missed the excitement near the market hall," volunteered Coralie.
"Katrine Marsden rescued Hugh Gartley from being run over. She s.n.a.t.c.hed him back just in the nick of time."
"Oh, it was nothing!" protested Katrine.
"Indeed it was splendid presence of mind! He might have been killed if you hadn"t dashed down so promptly and s.n.a.t.c.hed him."
Katrine"s action in saving the school mascot was soon noised abroad among the girls, and brought her a quite unexpected spell of popularity, chiefly with the juniors and the Fifth Form, however. The Sixth, led by the monitresses, still hung back, jealous of their privileges, and unwilling to tolerate one who persisted in considering herself a "parlour boarder", and, as they expressed it, "putting on side!" It was really mostly Katrine"s own fault: her previous acquaintance with school life ought to have taught her wisdom; but seventeen is a crude age, and not given to profiting by past experience. Some of the pin-p.r.i.c.ks she sustained were well deserved.
On the evening of May Day, being a Sat.u.r.day as well as a special festival, the monitresses decided to give a cocoa party in their study, and invite the rest of the form.
"We got eight pounds, fifteen and twopence halfpenny in the collecting boxes this afternoon," announced Viola, "and we ought to drink the health of the Prince of Wales"s Fund in cocoa. We"ll have a little rag-time fun, too, just among ourselves."
"All serene!" agreed Diana. "This child"s always ready for sport. What about biscuits?"
"We may send out for what we like. I interviewed the Great Panjandrum, and she was affability itself."
"Good! Cocoanut fingers for me. And perhaps a few Savoys."
"Right-o! Make your list. Tomlinson is to go and fetch them."
"We shall have to borrow cups from the kitchen," said Dorrie, who had been investigating inside the cupboard. "Since that last smash we"re rather low down in our china--only four cups left intact."
"Go and ask the cook for five more, then."
"Five? That"ll only make nine."
"Quite enough."
"Aren"t you going to invite Katrine Marsden?"
Viola pulled a long face.
"Is it necessary? She doesn"t consider herself one of the Sixth."
"But she is, really. It seems rather marked to leave her out."
"Oh, well!" rather icily. "Ask her if you like, of course. I"m sure I don"t want to keep her out of things if she cares to join in."
Dorrie accordingly ran up to the studio, where Katrine was sitting putting a few finishing touches to the study of tulips upon which she had been engaged during the last week.
"We"re having a cocoa party at eight in our study. Awfully pleased to see you. Just our own form," announced Dorrie heartily.
"Thanks very much," returned Katrine casually, "but I really don"t think I shall have time to come. I want to finish these tulips."
"Isn"t it getting too dark for painting?"
"Oh, no! The light"s good for some time yet, and Miss Aubrey"s probably coming upstairs to go on with her still-life study. I love sitting with her. She"s most inspiring."
"Comme vous voulez, mademoiselle!" answered Dorrie, retiring in high dudgeon to report to her fellow-monitresses. They were most indignant at the slight.
"Cheek!"
"Turns up her nose at our invitation, does she?"
"She can please herself, I"m sure."
"She"s no loss, at any rate."
"Look here!" said Dorrie. "I"ve got an idea. We"ll pay her out for this.
She"s counting on Miss Aubrey going to sit with her in the studio, and having a delightful _tete a tete_. Let"s ask Miss Aubrey to our cocoa party."