"You naughty girls! What do you mean by running away like this? I watched you through my telescope as you went to the wood, and of course followed you. Why didn"t you come at once when I called?"
"We didn"t know it was you!" murmured Raymonde, forbearing to explain that they had taken their mistress for a ruffian.
Fauvette said nothing. She was looking horribly conscious and caught.
Miss Gibbs glared at the guilty pair, and, telling them curtly to come along, led the way back.
Such a serious breach of school discipline was naturally visited with heavy consequences. For the next three days Raymonde and Fauvette spent their recreation hours indoors, copying certain cla.s.sic lines of _Paradise Lost_. They were debarred from the purchase of chocolates or any other form of sweetstuff for the period of a month, and made to understand that they were under the ban not only of Miss Gibbs"s, but also of Miss Beasley"s displeasure.
"I never thought of that wretched telescope," mourned Fauvette. "Just imagine Gibbie spying on us all the time! She must have watched us scramble over the palings into the wood. It"s worse than second sight!
And then for her to come gallivanting out after us in that sw.a.n.ky mackintosh! It gave me spasms!"
"We"d a jinky time, though, first. It was worth being caught afterwards," maintained Raymonde candidly. "And, you know, in secret the b.u.mble Bee was rejoiced to see that bog bean. She won"t admit it, of course, but I know it"s the discovery of the term. It"s recorded in the Nature Note-book, and the best piece was pressed for the museum.
My own private opinion is that both the b.u.mble and the Wasp will go buzzing off to that Limberlost, exploring on their own, some day, and I don"t blame them. It"s a paradise!"
"Most top-hole place I"ve ever been in in my life!" agreed Fauvette, sighing heavily. "I say, I call it rather appropriate of the b.u.mble to have made us copy out _Paradise Lost_!"
CHAPTER IV
Raymonde Explores
There was no doubt that Marlowe Grange was one of the quaintest old houses in the county. The girls all felt that its mediaeval atmosphere was unrivalled. Even such prosaic subjects as geometry or a.n.a.lysis took on an element of romance when studied in an oak-panelled chamber with coats of arms emblazoned on the upper panes of the windows. It was the fashion in the school to rejoice in the antique surroundings.
The girls took numerous photos, and printed picture post-cards to send home to their families and friends, and everyone with the least apt.i.tude for drawing started a sketchbook. Like most ancient buildings, the old hall, while preserving its princ.i.p.al rooms in good repair, was growing shaky in the upper stories. The labyrinth of attics that lay under the roof had been neglected till the latticed windows were almost off their hinges, and the plaster had fallen in great patches from the ceilings. Fearing lest the worm-eaten floors were really unsafe, Miss Beasley had made the top story a forbidden territory, and, to ensure her orders being obeyed, had placed a wire door to shut it off from the rest of the house. This door was kept locked, Miss Beasley and Miss Gibbs each having a key. Every day, girls pressed inquisitive noses against the wire netting to peep at the tantalizing prospect beyond. They could just see round the corner of a winding oak staircase on to a dim, mysterious landing beyond.
Once or twice Miss Gibbs had gone to her attic laboratory and had left the door open behind her, and a few bold spirits had ventured upstairs, but, as the door of her room had also been wide open, they had not dared to pa.s.s it and risk discovery, and had been obliged to beat a hasty retreat. It was highly aggravating, for the vista of dark pa.s.sages looked most alluring.
"Couldn"t we ask the b.u.mble to take us round the attics some Sat.u.r.day for a special treat?" suggested Ardiune.
""Twouldn"t be much fun going in a specially conducted party like a crowd of tourists!" sniffed Raymonde. "We"d all have to stand at attention while the b.u.mble gave a short lecture on the architecture or the historical significance of some thingumbobs. It would just turn it all into a lesson. What I want is to go and poke about on my own; and I mean to some day!"
"Gibbie"d snap your head off if she caught you!"
"I don"t intend to be caught."
It was all very well to lay plans, but another matter to carry them out. Miss Gibbs usually locked the wire door behind her, only leaving it open when she went upstairs to fetch something and meant to return almost immediately. The mere fact of its difficulty increased Raymonde"s zest for the adventure. Her wild, harum-scarum spirits welcomed the element of possible danger, and the imminence of discovery added an extra spice. For days she haunted the vicinity of the winding staircase, hiding in bedrooms and watching, in case Miss Gibbs went to her laboratory. Twice she watched the mistress pa.s.s through the wire door and lock it safely behind her, quite unaware of the outraged pupil fuming in No. 3 Dormitory opposite. Raymonde reiterated her old opinion that Miss Gibbs was far too exact and conscientious.
On one eventful afternoon, however, fortune favoured her. No less a person than Miss Beasley ascended the interesting staircase, actually leaving the defences unsecured. Raymonde seized the opportunity, and like a little ghost or shadow stole softly after her. The head mistress had entered the laboratory, and had closed that door after her. Raymonde tiptoed up to it, and could hear voices inside, the whirling of a wheel, and a kind of bubbling sound. Was Miss Beasley a.s.sisting Miss Gibbs with the alchemy? She did not wait even to take a survey through the keyhole, but, hurrying on, turned the corner of the pa.s.sage.
She found herself in another long, narrow landing, with rooms on both sides. She peeped into most of these. They were empty, and in a deplorable state of disrepair. Plaster had fallen from the ceilings, showing the rafters; in some places, even streaks of daylight shone through c.h.i.n.ks in the tiled roof. The worm-eaten old floors had rotted into holes, and Raymonde had to walk warily to avoid putting her foot through in tender places. Many of the rooms had cupboards--dark, mysterious, cobwebby recesses--into which she peered with a rather jumpy sensation that a bogy might suddenly pop out. The whole atmosphere of the place was ghostly, even in the daytime.
"I shouldn"t like to come up here at night!" shivered Raymonde.
As far as she could tell, the pa.s.sage seemed to be leading her round the house. It turned several corners, and ended in a long gallery.
This looked more cheerful, for the sun shone in through the large end window and brightened the cracked old walls. She danced along the floor with quite a return of high spirits.
"I wish the b.u.mble would let us come up here on wet days. It would be a glorious place for games, nicer by far than the barn. I call it mean of her to lock up all this part of the house. We"d have absolutely topping fun! I say! what"s that little door over there?"
The door in question was very small, and quite low down on a level with the floor. Raymonde went on her hands and knees to investigate.
It was secured with a bolt, which she easily opened. To her surprise, she found herself looking out upon the roof. Whether it had been constructed in past days to provide a means of escape from danger, or merely to allow workmen to replace loose tiles, it was impossible to say. It was certainly within the bounds of probability to imagine a Jacobite, with a price set on his life, creeping through the little opening to find a more secure hiding-place among the twisted chimneys, while King George"s soldiers searched the mansion below.
Raymonde put her head out. The roof sloped steeply up in front. To a girl of her temperament the temptation to explore farther was irresistible. She squeezed through the small door, and wriggled out on her hands and knees on to the tiles.
She was in the angle of a small gable. She could see roof all round her, and sky above. Still on hands and knees, she began to creep upwards. The weather-beaten old tiles had mellowed to dull red and orange, and were partly covered with moss. She could not help admiring the artistic beauty of their colour. She reached the ridge, and peered over. Apparently she was somewhere in the middle of the roof, for a tall, twisted stack of chimneys reared itself close by, and gables spread on all sides. She went cautiously down the next incline, and up to the summit of a further ridge, which was higher. Here, by standing up and holding on to a chimney ledge, she had an excellent view. She could not see the courtyard, but she could command the bottom of the orchard, the moat, the fields that led to the river, and the cliffs and woods beyond. It was quite a bird"s-eye prospect. She seemed to be looking on to the top of everything. The cattle in the meadows appeared mere specks, and a cart and horses pa.s.sing over the bridge were like a child"s toy. It was fascinating to watch them vanishing down the road.
Raymonde was in no hurry to return. She stood for quite a long time enjoying an exhilarating sense of being on the summit of a mountain.
At last the recollection that it must be nearly preparation time recalled her to the necessity of departure. With a sigh of regret she dropped back on to the ridge, and crawled over the gables again. She was sure that she had left the little door open behind her, but when she approached it she saw that it was shut. Perhaps the wind had blown it to. She put out her hand to fling it open, but it did not yield.
She pushed harder, pressing with all her force. It remained immovable.
Then the awful truth burst upon her. Somebody had latched the door on the inside, and she was locked out upon the roof. Had Miss Beasley or Miss Gibbs been taking a survey of the attics? No matter who it was, the horrible result remained the same. What was she to do? She beat wildly at the door, hoping to break it in, but sixteenth-century oak and bolts were made of stuff too strong for a girl"s hands. She shouted and called, knowing all the time that it was of little avail.
Whoever bolted the door must have gone away. Miss Gibbs"s laboratory was at the other side of the house, and she might scream herself hoa.r.s.e without anyone hearing her. For a minute or two she sat huddled up in despair. Would she have to spend the night on the roof?
It was a ghastly prospect. Hot tears came welling up, but she dashed them away angrily. Her innate pluck rose to the surface. She had been in difficult, even dangerous positions before, and had escaped. Surely there must be some way out of this?
"I"ll climb farther on over the roof," she decided. "If I can get nearer the edge, perhaps someone may see me."
The chance of rescue meant admitting her adventure, and incurring great wrath at head-quarters, but that was a lesser evil than pa.s.sing a night on the roof. She crawled to her old vantage-ground, and descended to the right, where a gable sloped steeply. At the bottom she pa.s.sed along a wide gutter, and, rounding a corner, found that she could easily drop on to a lower portion of the roof. She was in a state of tense excitement. Where was she getting to? Would anybody see her from the courtyard; and if so, how would they propose to rescue her? It would be difficult to shout down and explain that she had come through the little door in the upper gallery. She was on a much lower level now than when she had first started. She crawled on, with hands and knees rather sore and sc.r.a.ped with the tiles.
Another corner, and another short drop. She was nearing the edge of the parapet. She must creep down this next piece of roof. There was another wide gutter at the bottom. She walked along this, rounded a jutting chimney-stack, and then paused with a cry. Facing her was a small door, identical with the one by which she had emerged. Could it possibly be open? She stumbled up to it, and pressed it with trembling fingers. It yielded easily. The next moment she was creeping through.
Raymonde now found herself inside a cupboard full of old lumber. The dust was thick, and surely had not been disturbed for years. Some broken chairs with moth-eaten seats were piled together, and some ancient boxes lay full of rubbish. Straw, old books, hanks of rope, and other miscellaneous things occupied the corner. There was a door opposite, without either latch or k.n.o.b. Raymonde with some difficulty managed to pull it open, and stepped out into a pa.s.sage. When she pushed the door to behind her, she noticed that it fitted so exactly into the oak panelling as to be quite undiscernible. Could it be a secret cupboard? She wondered if Miss Beasley knew of its existence.
There was a window close by; she looked out and took her bearings.
Apparently she was just over the big dormitory; the tiles across which she had crawled to enter the cupboard must have been those of Miss Gibbs"s bedroom. The landing where she found herself at present led to the servants" quarters; the staircase was to her right.
Raymonde hurried down without meeting anybody, washed the dust and dirt off her hands, and walked in to preparation in the very nick of time.
CHAPTER V
Fifth-Form Tactics
It was an unfortunate truth that Miss Gibbs was not very popular at the Grange. She was clever, conscientious, and well-meaning, and preserved a high ideal of girlhood. Much too high for practical use, so her pupils maintained.
"This isn"t a school for saints!" grumbled Valentine one day. "If we followed all Gibbie"s pet precepts we should have halos round our heads."
"And be sprouting wings!" added Raymonde. "A very uncomfortable process too. I expect it would hurt like cutting teeth, and it would spoil the fit of one"s blouses. I don"t want to be an angel! I"m quite content with this world at present."
"I"m so tired of developing my capabilities!" sighed Fauvette. "One never gets half an hour now, just to have fun."
Miss Gibbs, who aspired to a partnership in the school, was deeply concerned this term with the general culture and mental outlook of her charges. She had attended an educational congress during the Easter holidays, and came back primed with the very latest theories. She was determined to work on the most modern methods, and to turn her pupils out into the world, a little band of ardent thinkers, keen-witted, self-sacrificing, logical, anxious for the development of their s.e.x, yearning for careers, in fact the vanguard of a new womanhood.
Unfortunately her material was not altogether promising. A few earnest spirits, such as Maudie Heywood, responded to her appeals, but the generality were slow to move. They listened to her impa.s.sioned addresses on women"s suffrage without a spark of animation, and sat stolidly while she descanted upon the bad conditions of labour among munition girls, and the need for lady welfare workers. The fact was that her pupils did not care an atom about the position of their s.e.x, a half-holiday was far more to them than the vote, and their own grievances loomed larger than those of factory hands. They considered that they had a very decided grievance at present.
Miss Gibbs, acting on the advice of a book ent.i.tled _Education out of School Hours_, was determined that every moment of the day should be filled with some occupation that led to culture. She carefully explained that the word "recreation" meant "re-creation"--a creating again, not a mere period of frivolity or lotus-eating, and advocated that all intervals of leisure should be devoted to intellectual interests. She frowned on girls who sauntered arm-in-arm round the garden, or sat giggling in the summer-house, and suggested suitable employments for their idle hands and brains. "Never waste a precious minute" was her motto, and the girls groaned under it. Healthy hobbies were all very well, but to be urged to ride them in season and out of season was distinctly trying. One well-meant effort on Miss Gibbs"s part met with particular disapproval. She had decided to take the girls on Sat.u.r.day afternoons to visit various old castles, Roman camps, and other objects of historical and archaeological interest in the neighbourhood. On former similar occasions she had been in the habit of delivering a short lecture when on the spot; but, noticing that many of the girls were so distracted with gazing at the surroundings that they were not really listening, she determined that they should absorb the knowledge before visiting the place. She wrote careful notes, therefore, upon the subject of their next ramble, and giving them out in cla.s.s, ordered each girl to copy them and to commit them to memory.
The result of her injunction was an outburst of almost mutinous indignation in Form V.