All at once the girls realized her intention. She was descending into the road in the rear of the bull.
"Stop her! Stop her!" shrieked Miss Aubrey.
By that time, however, Githa was half-way down the bank. Before the bull had time to realize her presence and turn round, she began a vigorous onslaught with stones upon his hind quarters, shouting at the pitch of her lungs. Her sudden attack had exactly the effect she hoped. The bull, enraged by the noise and the stones, rushed blindly forward along the road, pa.s.sing the bicycles without notice, and stampeding in the direction of Heathwell.
"Someone will stop him before he gets into the village," murmured Miss Aubrey at the top of the bank.
The brave little Toadstool received an ovation as the rest of the party climbed down from the post of vantage. She took her honours ungraciously.
"What"s the use of making a fuss? Anyone with two grains of sense would have thought of it. For goodness" sake, let me get on my machine! We haven"t overmuch time, and we don"t want to miss our train standing palavering."
"How just exactly like Githa Hamilton!" commented Hilda Smart, as the girls resumed their interrupted ride.
After all, they arrived at the station with five minutes to spare, just long enough to book their excursion tickets and to leave their bicycles in the left-luggage office. They were fortunate enough to find an empty carriage, and crammed themselves in somehow; it was rather a tight fit for a dozen, but it felt so much jollier to be all together. Chiplow was an hour"s journey away; a few of the party had been there before, but to most it was a new experience. The abbey was one of the show places of the county, and the old town had a historic reputation. There was plenty to be seen in the streets alone: the houses were of the sixteenth century, and very picturesque--many of them with carved wooden pillars, and with dates and coats-of-arms over the doorways. Miss Aubrey took her charges into the church, a dim, ancient edifice with a leper window, a sounding-board over the pulpit, and, almost hidden away in the transept, a "ducking-stool for scolds". The girls looked at the curious old instrument of punishment with great curiosity; and Githa, who had brought her camera, took a time exposure of it.
"Poor old souls!" said Katrine. "It was too bad to souse them in the pond just because they waxed too eloquent. I"ve no doubt the husbands deserved it. If everybody who talks too much nowadays were treated to the cold-water cure, we should be a taciturn set."
"It might be a wholesome warning in some cases," laughed Miss Aubrey.
"It"s really very trying when people babble on all about nothing, and insist upon one"s listening to them."
After lunch at a cafe in the town, the party adjourned to the abbey, a most romantic ruin, standing among woods by the side of a river. The monks of old must have been true artists to choose such unrivalled sites on which to rear their glorious architecture. It was an exquisite jewel in a perfect setting, and Miss Aubrey was soon in ecstasies over delicate pieces of tracery and perpendicular windows. She set her cla.s.s to work on an arched gateway overhung by a graceful silver-birch tree.
It was not a particularly easy subject, and most of them did not accomplish more than the drawing, though Katrine and Nan managed to put on a little colour during the last half-hour. Everyone was very loath to leave when Miss Aubrey at last declared it was time to close the sketch-books. Their train was due at six, and they must have tea before starting, so it was impossible to linger any longer.
Katrine had bought a guide-book at the abbey, and studied it over the tea-table at the cafe. She was dismayed to find how many objects of interest in the town they had missed.
"I should like to see the old house where Mary Queen of Scots stayed,"
she exclaimed. "It"s only just down the street here. Miss Aubrey, Gwethyn and I have finished tea; may we go and look at it? We"ll be ever so quick."
"You can if you like, but don"t miss the train. If you turn up Cliff Street, exactly opposite the hospital, it will bring you straight to the station, and save your walking back here. Six o"clock, remember!"
"Oh, thank you! There"s heaps of time. Come, Gwethyn!"
The Marsdens marched off with their guide-book, and easily found the old house in question, which was now used as an Alms Hospital for superannuated and disabled soldiers. They so dutifully curtailed their inspection of it, that Katrine declared they might safely go and look at the ruins of the city gate, which, according to her guide, must be quite close by. Whether the book was unreliable, or whether Katrine, in her haste, missed the right turning, is uncertain, but after wandering vainly round several streets the girls found themselves down by the bank of the river.
"You said we had plenty of time, but you didn"t look at your watch,"
panted Gwethyn. "If that clock over there is right, we shall never catch our train. Oh, you are a genius to-day! A prince of path-finders!"
Katrine came to a sudden halt. Gwethyn"s remarks were unpalatable, but strictly true. There were exactly ten minutes to spare. To go back to the station would require at least twenty.
"It"s the only train available by our excursion tickets," wailed Gwethyn. "I believe there"s a later one about nine or ten o"clock, but they"ll make us pay the difference between cheap bookings and ordinary fare."
"I can see the gla.s.s roof of the station across the river, and there"s a bridge in front of us. It"s probably a short cut, and will save half the distance," announced Katrine hopefully. "Come along! Perhaps we can just do it!"
The girls scurried forward in frantic haste. What convenient things bridges were! Why, of course, there was the railway quite close on the other side. They tore across the creaking planks in triumph, feeling that every step brought them nearer to the station. But alas! for the vanity of human wishes! The farther side of the bridge was closed by a turnstile, and a fiend in human form was basely and mercenarily demanding the one thing in the world which at present they could not muster--a penny toll! It seemed absurd to be in the depths of dest.i.tution, but it was the fact. They had given the money for the day"s excursion to Miss Aubrey, who acted as paymaster for the whole party, and the few pence they had kept they had spent on the guide-book and some chocolates. To be at one"s last penny is a proverbial expression, but Katrine and Gwethyn had never before realized the dire extremity of being absolutely without a single specimen of that useful coin of the realm. They rummaged in their pockets, hoping against hope that some stray copper might have slipped into an obscure corner, and have been overlooked. Gwethyn even felt the bottom of her coat, in case a threepenny-bit could have strayed between the material and the lining.
In the meantime the keeper of the bridge stood with outstretched hand, awaiting his dues, casting an impatient eye back into his toll-house, where his tea was rapidly cooling upon the table.
"We find we haven"t any money with us," faltered Katrine at last. "Would you please let us through without, and we"d send you stamps to-morrow?"
"Couldn"t do it," responded the man surlily. "This bridge is a cash concern, and I never give credit."
"But we want to catch a train," pleaded Gwethyn, "and there isn"t time to go back through the town."
"Our tickets are only available by this train, and our friends are waiting for us at the station," added Katrine.
"I"ve heard tales like this before! Don"t you try to come over me! You either pays your pennies, or you won"t go through this gate!"
"If we left something as a pledge?" cried Katrine in despair. "Here"s my paint-box, or my coat, or--yes, even my watch!"
"You must let us pa.s.s!" declared Gwethyn tragically.
"Must, indeed! I"m put here in charge of the bridge, and a pretty thing it would be if I was to let everyone through scot-free! I"ve my orders, and I"ll do my duty," said the toll-keeper officiously, waving away the articles which Katrine was vainly trying to press upon him.
The poor girls were waxing hysterical. The precious moments were hurrying by, and already a suggestive whistle in the distance gave ominous warning of the approaching train. To be left behind in Chiplow was a prospect too appalling even to contemplate. They had serious thoughts of either attempting to push past the official, or to make a dash and climb the railings, both of which proceedings would be equally undignified and illegal.
At this desperate and critical moment a little figure suddenly rushed up from behind--a gasping, panting figure, with hair flying in wild elf locks, and pale cheeks scarlet for once.
"Open the gate quick!" it commanded. "Threepence? Here you are! Come on!
We"ll just do it!"
There was no time even to greet their deliverer. The three girls simply tore along the road that led to the station, with their eyes fixed on the signal, which was already down. The Toadstool was swift of foot, and had indomitable pluck, or, winded already, she could never have managed that last wild spurt.
"Caught it by the skin of our teeth!" exclaimed Katrine a minute and a half later, as, nearly exhausted, the girls were hustled into a compartment by the distracted Miss Aubrey, just the moment before the train started. "Oh, dear! I"ve never had such a scramble in all my life!
I"m half dead!"
"Githa Hamilton, you"re an absolute trump!" whispered Gwethyn, when she recovered sufficient breath for speech. "That horrid man wouldn"t let us through. We should have had to stop in Chiplow. It was good of you to come after us!"
"No, it wasn"t!" snapped the Toadstool rather gaspily. "I did it to please Miss Aubrey; I didn"t care twopence about you two. She was getting anxious, so I said I"d follow you and round you up somehow. A precious job I had, asking people if they"d seen two girls in Panama hats! Whatever induced you to go down by the river? You pair of sillies!
It would have just served you jolly well right if you"d been left in Chiplow after all!"
CHAPTER VII
The Mad Hatters
If Katrine was determined that her career at Aireyholme should be "Art before all", Gwethyn"s school motto might be described as "Fun at any price". Her high spirits were continually at effervescing point, and she was fast acquiring the reputation of "champion ragger" of the Fifth.
There were rollicking times in the form, jokes and chaff to an even greater extent than had obtained before her advent. Half a dozen of the girls had always been lively, but now, under Gwethyn"s sway, their escapades earned them the t.i.tle of the "Mad Hatters". The influence spread downwards and infected the juniors. Eight members of the Fourth formed themselves into a league dubbed "The March Hares", and by the wildness of their pranks sought to outdo their seniors. There was a rivalry of jokes between them, and whichever scored the most points for the time held the palm. Needless to say, their efforts were scarcely appreciated at head-quarters. Things considered intensely diverting by the form were viewed very differently by mistresses and monitresses, and both Hatters and Hares were liable to find themselves in trouble.
I have mentioned that Katrine and Gwethyn slept in a little room over the porch. The door was in the middle of a long pa.s.sage leading to other bedrooms, occupied by the Fourth and Fifth. The Aireyholme dormitory discipline was tolerably strict, and usually the girls were a well-conducted crew.
One morning some unlucky star caused Gwethyn to open her eyes before the usual 6.30 bell, and aroused in her a spirit of mischief. Taking her pillow, she stole along the pa.s.sage to No. 9, and awoke Marian, Susie, and Megan.
"Come along!" she proclaimed. "Let"s find Dona and Beatrix, and go and rout up the March Hares. There"s time for a little artillery practice before the bell rings. Bolsters are heavy ammunition, and pillows light.
You can take your choice! Anyone refusing to do battle will be proclaimed coward. All the fallen will be buried with the honours of war. Get up, you soft Sybarites!"
Finding their bedclothes on the floor, and severe tickling the penalty of a love for slumber, the occupants of the various dormitories on the landing turned out and followed their leader.