CHAPTER XXI
The Sports
The Summer Term at Aireyholme always wound up with the Sports. They were as much of an inst.i.tution as the dramatic performance given shortly before Christmas. The girls stuck to them with conservative zeal.
Several times Mrs. Franklin had suggested some other kind of fete to celebrate the close of the school year, but concerts, tennis tournaments, or pastoral plays were alike rejected in favour of athletics. For the last week the Committee had been at work arranging the events and making copies of the programme. The prizes were on view in the studio, and were inspected with deep interest on the morning of the great day.
"I can"t think why you should make such a fuss about sports!" said Katrine, who was touching up some sketches, and found her painting operations decidedly hindered by the crowd cl.u.s.tering round the table.
"If you"d had an art compet.i.tion, now, it would have been far nicer. Why didn"t you?"
"Because we"ve got to think of something to suit the whole school, and not just a few hobbyists," returned Viola rather touchily. "You"re absolutely obsessed with painting. We monitresses take an all-round view, and consider the general good."
"Isn"t it for the general good to elevate public taste?" asked Katrine, who never missed an opportunity of arguing with Viola.
"Certainly; but it"s not fair on an occasion like this to have a compet.i.tion for which only an elect number are eligible. Sports are democratic things. Every one has the same chance."
"Now there I don"t agree with you. Some girls are better at running and jumping, just as others are cleverer at music or painting. Sports aren"t a sc.r.a.p more democratic, really; they only offer a different field of battle. Your artistic genius may be a duffer at a sack race, and your crack pianist a b.u.t.ter-fingers with a ball. You must admit that!"
"I shan"t admit anything of the sort. It"s well known in every school that athletics are the fairest things going. That"s why they"re so popular."
"But from your own reasoning----"
"Oh, I say, stop--for the sake of peace!" interrupted Diana. "We"re going to have the Sports, so what"s the good of barging about them? If you"d write a few extra programmes, Katrine Marsden, instead of giving your opinions, there"d be some sense in it."
"I thought you had enough."
"We could do with half a dozen more. It"s horrid to be short; and extra visitors sometimes turn up."
It was the tradition of the school that the summer fete should be held on the last Sat.u.r.day in July. Though not the actual breaking-up day, in the estimation of the girls it was almost as good. After Friday"s cla.s.ses there were no more lessons; Monday would be devoted to packing, and on Tuesday all would be speeding away by train to different points of the compa.s.s. It was a kind of "do-as-you-please" day; rules were relaxed, and everybody made the most of the holiday. A band of helpers, under the superintendence of the Games Committee, spent the greater part of the morning preparing the playing-field, forms were carried out to accommodate the spectators, hurdles and other obstacles were arranged, and the ground for the long jump freshly raked.
"It"s frightfully rough on Coralie that she mayn"t compete this year!"
said Hilda Smart. "She"s something wrong with her heart, I believe; anyhow, the doctor has absolutely forbidden it. Poor old Corrie! She"s so disappointed! She was ever so keen on winning a medal. She"ll just have to sit and watch, like a visitor."
"And t.i.ta has blistered her foot, and can"t run, so two of us are off,"
commented Diana. "It"s hard luck on the Sixth!"
"Never mind; we"ve got Gladwin and Ellaline! They"ll have to brace up for the credit of the form."
"Trust them! But some of the Fifth are A1, and may steal a march on us."
"Not while Dorrie Vernon"s alive! I"d back her against anybody."
"Has Katrine Marsden put her name down for anything?"
"Only for the bicycle race. She thinks the other compet.i.tions hoydenish!"
"If you"d called them Olympic contests, and required candidates to come attired in ancient Greek costumes, she"d have been madly enthusiastic!"
grinned Diana.
"Much jumping one would do in cla.s.sic draperies!" sniffed Hilda scornfully. "What does that kid want hallooing at us over there?"
Novie Bates was running down the field yelling at the pitch of her voice for Diana.
"You"re to come--at once!" she shouted. "Mrs. Franklin wants you. I saw the telegraph boy coming up the drive."
Diana promptly dropped her rake, and fled towards the house, followed by Hilda and the rest. On this most propitious day the results of the Matriculation Examination might be expected to be published, and the three candidates were on the _qui vive_ for news. Mrs. Franklin was standing by the front door, with the yellow envelope in her hand, but she did not divulge its contents until Dorrie and Viola also came hurrying up.
"All pa.s.sed. Viola first division, Diana and Dorrie in the second."
The welcome information was handed on from girl to girl, till in a few minutes everybody in the school knew of it, and ran to offer congratulations to the heroines of the hour. The Princ.i.p.al, who had always considered Diana"s mathematics shaky, was looking immensely relieved. It was a triumph that all were through, and a very happy finish for the term. Last year two out of the five candidates had failed, a deep humiliation to Mrs. Franklin; but this success restored the credit of Aireyholme. It put everybody in a good temper, and made quite a gala atmosphere in the establishment. The monitresses took their laurels with an air of dignified humility. They were gratified, but left the rejoicing to their friends.
"Of course, when you"ve worked for a thing, it"s a comfort to pa.s.s,"
admitted Viola, with would-be nonchalance.
"If I"d got a First Div. I"d be too proud to know what to do with myself!" declared Laura Browne ecstatically.
"Will your names be put in the newspapers?" asked Yvonne with awed admiration.
"We ought to run up a special flag!" suggested Jill Barton.
"There! That"s enough c.o.c.k-a-doodling on our behalf!" said Viola. "Some of the rest of you must do credit to the school this afternoon. I hope you"re all in good form. Don"t go tearing about the place, and getting yourselves too hot beforehand. It"s a waste of superfluous energy!"
The Sports were to begin at half-past two, and by that hour the compet.i.tors and the greater number of the spectators were in their places. Invitations had been sent to residents in the neighbourhood, and though the visitors were not so many as on Waterloo Day, there were quite enough to fill the seats which had been carried out for their accommodation.
Githa arrived rather late. It had been intended that she should motor over with her uncle and aunt, but at the last moment Mr. and Mrs.
Ledbury were delayed by a telegram, the contents of which they did not disclose to her, and she had set off on her bicycle. By quick scorching she managed to join the ranks of the school just in the nick of time.
She waved to Gwethyn, but there was no opportunity of speaking, for the girls were ranged according to their forms. Miss Andrews and Miss Spencer were respectively to be starter and time-keeper, and Mr. Boswell and the Vicar would act as judges. The prizes, arranged on a small table, would be distributed by Mrs. Boswell. The Patriotic League had been anxious to forgo prizes altogether, and offer bouquets of flowers or crowns of laurel to the victors; but this decision was overruled by Mrs. Franklin, who thought the school honour demanded at least a few inexpensive medals to grace the occasion.
"I shall not get silver ones this year," she had decreed; "but as we have the die, the cost of metal ones will be comparatively trifling.
Mrs. Boswell is very kindly giving the form trophy, and Mrs. Gordon the prize for the bicycle race. Miss Aubrey, the mistresses, and myself wish to pay for the medals amongst us, and the shillings which you girls usually subscribe can be sent either to the National Relief Fund or to the Belgian Fund, whichever you choose."
This arrangement satisfied even the most patriotic conscience. All had felt that the Sports would not be complete without medals, though they were heroically prepared to make the sacrifice. The Athletic Prize badges were coveted distinctions at Aireyholme, and were treasured by their winners almost above the books generally awarded for successes in form examinations. This summer the medals would be specially attractive, for they would seem almost like military decorations. Each girl was wearing her form rosette--the Sixth pink, the Fifth green, and the Fourth blue; the monitresses in addition had white favours, and the members of the Games Committee, whose duty it was to keep order and marshal the compet.i.tors, wore a "C" embroidered on a mauve ribbon.
The first event was the junior plain race. The fifteen members of Form IV started with great enthusiasm, and tore over the ground as rapidly as their respective running powers permitted. Big Hebe Bennett, Bertha Grant--also fat and scant of breath--and Myrtle Goodwin were soon distanced by their more agile companions. Yvonne and Melanie made a gallant struggle, but fell behind, and after an exciting heat between Garnet Adams and Gwendolen Jackson, ended by Nora Parnell making a sudden spurt and beating them both.
In the higher forms Megan Owen and Ellaline d.i.c.kens proved the Atalantas. Megan, though short and stoutly built, was remarkably swift-footed, and Ellaline, tall and willowy, covered the ground at a swinging pace that distanced even Dorrie Vernon, the crack champion of the Sixth. Dorrie redeemed her character, however, in the next event; her record in the long jump was the highest ever known at Aireyholme, it evoked loud cheers, and she retired with the satisfaction of knowing that her feat would be duly entered in the athletic minutes of the school. The high jump came next on the programme; juniors led the way and showed much agility. For several rounds ten of them cleared the bar; but the next trial proved fatal to seven, leaving only Novie, Myrtle, and Githa on the field. It was a hard contest between these three. They were very evenly matched; Novie was the tallest, but Githa had the best springing power, and came off victor in the end.
"Glad the poor old Toadstool"s scored," commented Dona Matthews to Gwethyn. "It"s a tremendous feather in her cap, because she hasn"t been able to practise as much as the rest of her form. Those kids have been at it half the evening, all through this week. Our turn next! Hope you"re feeling fit?"
"I"ll do my best, but I always find the feminine petticoat an enc.u.mbrance--even a gymnasium skirt is apt to catch. Boys have that immense advantage at athletics."
"Well, it"s the same for us all, so we must take the petticoat as a handicap."
Gwethyn was fairly good at jumping, and held her own well in the form.
She kept up pluckily when Beatrix, Susie, and even Dona had fallen out.
A large coco-nut mat had been placed for the girls to jump on to, but the gra.s.s was very dry, and just where the spring must be taken it had become slippery. Gwethyn, so near to victory, slid, alas! as on ice, and came a heavy cropper. She got up ruefully rubbing her leg, not seriously injured, but too temporarily lame to make another trial, and the triumph was scored by Rose Randall; not even the Sixth, who followed, being able to break her record.