"It was awful! I didn"t answer half the questions. My swastika isn"t worth its salt. I shall give it away!" mourned the owner of the mascot.
"They expected us to know so very much; we should be absolute encyclopaedias if we had all that pat off at our fingers" ends!" sighed the girl with the fair pigtail.
"How did you get on?" Winona asked the ruddy-haired girl, who was wiping her spectacles nervously.
"Oh, I don"t know. It"s so hard to tell. I answered most of the questions, but of course I can"t say whether they"re right or wrong.
Wasn"t the Latin translation just too horrible? I yearned for a dictionary. And some of the French grammar questions were absolute catches!"
"We went on too long," said Winona. "It would have been much better to spread the exam, over two days."
"Do you think so? I"d rather have "sudden death" myself. It"s such a relief to feel it"s finished. It would be wretched to have to begin again to-morrow. I hardly slept a wink last night for thinking about it.
I"m going to try and forget it now."
Winona nodded good-by to her fellow candidates, and took her leave. How many of them would she see again, she wondered, and which among all the number would have the luck?
"Certainly not myself," she thought ruefully. "I know my papers weren"t up to standard. I believe that red-haired girl will be one. She looked clever!"
Winona had spent the preceding night with Aunt Harriet, who offered to keep her until the result of the examination should be published, but the prospect of spending a week of suspense at Abbey Close was so formidable, that she had begged to be allowed to return home, excusing herself on the plea that she would like to be with Percy during the remainder of his holidays. It was a very subdued Winona who reached Highfield next afternoon.
"h.e.l.lo, Tiddleywinks! You"ve lost the starch out of you!" Percy greeted her. "Did they say they wouldn"t have you at any price?"
"The result won"t be out till the fifteenth, but I expect I"ve failed,"
answered Winona gloomily.
"Buck up, young "un! Look at yours truly! I fail nine times out of ten, and do I take it to heart?"
Winona laughed in spite of herself. Percy"s complacency over small achievements was proverbial. But she had higher ambitions, and the cloud of depression soon settled down again. Her temper, not always her strong point, displayed a degree of irritability that drove her family to the verge of mutiny.
"Really, Winona, I don"t remember you so fractious since you were cutting your teeth!" complained her much-tried mother.
The days dragged slowly by. Winona had never before realized that each hour could hold so many minutes. On the morning of the 15th she came down to breakfast with dark rings round her eyes.
"I shall be glad to be put out of my misery!" she thought, as the postman"s rap-tap sounded at the door.
Mamie made a rush for the letter-box, and returned bearing a foolscap envelope addressed to:
MISS WINONA WOODWARD, Highfield, Ashbourne, nr. Great Marston.
Winona opened it with trembling fingers. But as she read, her face flushed and her eyes sparkled.
"I have much pleasure in informing you" (so ran the letter) "that the Governors of the Seaton High School have decided to award you a Scholarship tenable for two years...."
In silence she pa.s.sed the paper to her mother.
"Congratulations, dear child!" cried Mrs. Woodward, clapping her hands.
"It"s the unexpected that happens!"
"Oh, my goodness!" e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed Percy. "You never mean to tell me that Tiddleywinks has actually been and gone and won!"
CHAPTER III
Seaton High School
The autumn term at Seaton High School began on September 22nd. On the 21st Winona set forth with great flourish of trumpets, feeling more or less of a heroine. To have been selected for a scholarship among twenty-one candidates was a distinction that even Aunt Harriet would admit. In the brief interval pending her departure, her home circle had treated her with a respect they had never before accorded her.
"I hope you"ll do well, child," said her mother, half proud and half tearful when it came to the parting. "We shall miss you here, but when you get on yourself you must help the younger ones. I shall look to you to push them on in life."
There is a certain satisfaction in the knowledge that you are considered the prop of the family. Winona"s eyes glowed. In imagination she was already Princ.i.p.al of a large school, and providing posts as a.s.sistant mistresses for Letty, Mamie and Doris, that is to say unless she turned her attention to medicine, but in that case she could be head of a Women"s Hospital, and have them as house surgeons or dispensers, or something else equally distinguished and profitable. It might even be possible to provide occupation for G.o.dfrey or Ernie, though this was likely to prove a tougher job than placing the girls. With such a brilliant beginning, the future seemed an easy walk-over.
Mrs. Woodward was exulting over the fact that she had engaged Miss Jones when she did, and that Winona"s school clothes were all made and finished. There had been a fl.u.s.ter at the last, when it was discovered that her mackintosh was fully six inches too short for her new skirts, and that she had outgrown her thick boots, but a hurried visit to Great Marston had remedied these deficiencies, and the box was packed to everybody"s satisfaction. There was a universal feeling in the family that such an outfit could not fail to meet with Aunt Harriet"s approval.
The first sight of the nightdress case and the brush-and-comb bag must wring admiration from her. They had been bought at a bazaar, and were altogether superior to those in daily use. As for the handkerchief case, Letty had decided that unless one equally well embroidered were presented to her on her next birthday, she would be obliged to a.s.sert her individuality by showing temper.
Winona walked into the dressing-room of the High School on September 22nd with a mixture of shyness and importance. On the whole the latter predominated. It was a trifle embarra.s.sing to face so many strangers, but it was something to have won a scholarship. She wondered who was the other fortunate candidate.
"I expect it will be that red-haired girl with the spectacles," she thought. "I believe she answered every question, though she was rather quiet about it."
She looked round, but could not see the ruddy locks, nor indeed any of the companions who had taken the examination with her.
"Hunting for some one you know?" asked a girl who had appropriated the next hook to hers.
"Yes, at least I"m not sure whether she"ll be here or not. I believe her name"s Marjorie Kaye."
"Never heard of her!"
"There are heaps of new girls," volunteered another who stood by.
"I wondered if she"d won a County Scholarship," added Winona.
"Ask me a harder! I tell you I"ve never heard her name before."
"I"ve won the other scholarship."
Winona"s voice was intended to sound very casual.
"Indeed!"
Her neighbor was taking off her boots, and did not seem as much impressed as the occasion merited.
"Oh! so you"re one of the "outlanders,"" sn.i.g.g.e.red another. "It"s a sort of "go into the highways and hedges and compel them to come in"
business."
"I suppose we shall be having Council School Scholarships next!" drawled a third.
They were friends, and went off together without another glance at Winona. She followed soberly, wondering what she ought to do next. She had a vague idea that the winner of a scholarship should present herself at the Head Mistress" study to receive a few words of encouragement and congratulation on her success. At the top of the stairs she met the mistress who had presided over the examination. The latter greeted her unceremoniously.