"Miss Young will have to be judge, not I," replied Dorothy coldly.
"Flossie is in your bedroom, Dorothy," announced Claudia. "She has the cubicle near the fireplace."
"If you"re sleeping in the bed next to mine," said Flossie, eyeing Dorothy across the table with a rather patronizing air, "I sincerely hope you don"t snore."
"Of course not!" responded Dorothy, in some indignation.
"At St. Bride"s," continued Flossie, "one of my room-mates snored atrociously. I used to have to get up and shake her, and pull the pillow from under her head, before I could go to sleep."
"You"d better not try that on with me!"
"I would, in a minute, if you kept me awake."
"It is a shame she"s not in our room," interposed Edith. "We"ve asked Miss Maitland to let her change with Geraldine Saunders, and I think perhaps she may. We want Flossie all to ourselves; I do hope she"ll let us!"
"So do I!" retorted Dorothy feelingly. "The Hammond-Smiths are welcome to their cousin, so far as I"m concerned," she whispered to Chatty Burns; "I don"t like her. She"s trying to show off. Edith and Claudia are making far too much fuss over her."
"They always gush," commented Chatty. "Still, I dare say Flossie will need taking down a little."
"It would do her all the good in the world," replied Dorothy. Then, turning to the Hammond-Smiths, she remarked aloud: "There"s a new girl here who may be just as good as your cousin, for anything we know.
Honor Fitzgerald, do you play tennis?"
"I can play, but how you"ll like it is another story," answered Honor.
"We two," nodding at Flossie, "had better try a set by ourselves, and then you can choose the winner."
"I"m sure I don"t care about it, thank you." Flossie"s tone was supercilious.
"All right! We don"t force ourselves where we"re not wanted in my part of the world."
"Is that Ireland? Then I suppose your name is Biddy?"
"Certainly not!"
"I thought all Irish girls were called Biddy; are you sure you"re not?"
"My name is Honor Fitzgerald."
"Really! I"m astonished it isn"t Mulligan, or O"Grady."
The Hammond-Smiths giggled, and poked Effie and Blanche Lawson.
"Isn"t Flossie funny?" they whispered delightedly.
"I think she"s very rude," observed Dorothy Arkwright. "I call that an extremely cheap form of wit."
"Irish names are often rather peculiar," drawled Claudia Hammond-Smith.
"They"re quite as good as English ones, and sometimes a great deal more ancient and aristocratic," returned Honor.
"One for Claudia, and for Flossie Taylor too!" said Dorothy to Chatty Burns.
"Paddy, for instance," interposed Flossie, who saw that the Lawsons were listening, as well as her cousins. "St. Patrick and pigs always go together, in my mind. I suppose you keep a pig in Ireland?"
"Don"t answer her!" whispered Honor"s neighbour. "They"re only teasing you because you"re new. They want to see how much you"ll stand."
But poor Honor was unaccustomed as yet to schoolgirl banter, and could not abstain from replying:
"Does it matter whether we do or not?"
She spoke quietly, but there was a gleam in her eye, as if her temper were rising.
"Not in the least! I only thought all Irish people cultivated pigs."
"It"s no worse than keeping a cat, or a dog."
"My dear Paddy, of course not! Still, I shouldn"t care to have the creatures in the drawing-room. Take a little more bread and b.u.t.ter. I"m sorry we"ve no potatoes to offer you."
The Hammond-Smiths and the Lawsons t.i.ttered, and Dorothy Arkwright was about to state her frank opinion of their behaviour when Honor"s pent-up wrath exploded.
"We don"t keep pigs in the drawing-room," she exclaimed. "There"s a saying that it takes nine tailors to make a man, so if your name is Taylor you can only be the ninth part of a lady!" Then, realizing that her upraised voice had drawn upon her the attention, not only of all the girls, but also of Miss Maitland, she flushed crimson, sc.r.a.ped back her chair, and fled precipitately from the room.
Miss Maitland looked surprised. It was an unheard-of thing for any girl to leave the tea-table without permission. Such a breach of school decorum had surely never been committed before at St. Chad"s! There was a very complete code of etiquette observed at the house, and to break one of the laws of politeness was considered an unpardonable offence.
"She"s made a bad beginning," whispered Ruth Latimer to Maisie Talbot.
"It"s most unfortunate. It was really the fault of Flossie Taylor and the Hammond-Smiths. They needn"t have teased her so."
"Still, it was silly of her to lose her temper," replied Maisie. "She stalked out of the room like a queen of tragedy. Miss Maitland can"t bear girls who give way to their impulses; she despises what she calls "early Victorian hysterics", and I quite agree with her."
"Yes, we must learn to be stoics here," said Ruth; "and as for teasing, the wisest thing is to take no notice of it."
A monitress had been dispatched to fetch Honor back, but in a short time she returned alone, and reported that she could not find her. Miss Maitland made no comment, and as the meal was now over she gave the signal of dismissal. Most of the girls went to the recreation room, but Maisie Talbot, who had not yet quite concluded her unpacking, ran straight upstairs. Noticing something move behind a curtain in the corner of the bedroom, she pulled it aside. There was Honor, sitting in a queer little heap on the floor, and rubbing her eyes in a very suggestive manner. She jumped up in a moment, however, and pretended that she was only arranging her boots.
"I"d finished tea," she remarked airily, "so I thought I might as well empty my box, and put my dresses away in my wardrobe."
"You"ll have to ask Miss Maitland"s leave next time, before you march out of the room, or you"ll get into trouble," said Maisie. "If it weren"t your first evening, you"d be expected to make a public apology.
Of course, Flossie Taylor and the Hammond-Smiths were aggravating, but you should just have laughed at them, and then they"d have stopped. We don"t behave like kindergarten children here."
Maisie spoke scathingly. She was a girl who had scant sympathy with what she called "babyishness", and disliked any exhibition of feeling.
And, after all, she only voiced the general opinion of the school, which, by an unwritten law, had established a calm imperturbation as the height of good breeding.
"I don"t care in the least what any of you think!" retorted Honor, and she hung up her skirt with such a jerk that she broke the loop.
Yet, although she spoke lightly, she evidently did care. She was very quiet indeed all the rest of the evening, and hardly spoke at recreation. Chatty Burns sat down next to her and tried to begin a conversation, but Honor answered so briefly that she very soon gave up the effort in despair, and moved away; while the other girls were so interested in their own affairs that they did not trouble to remember their new schoolfellow. At nine o"clock prayers were read, and everybody went upstairs to bed.
When the lights were out, and the room was in perfect silence, a strange, suppressed noise issued from Honor"s corner. It might, of course, have been snoring; and Honor explained elaborately next morning that Irish people often have a peculiar way of breathing in their sleep--an affection from which she sometimes suffered herself.
"All the same, I don"t quite believe her," confided Pauline Reynolds, who occupied the next cubicle, to Lettice Talbot, a more sympathetic character than her sister Maisie. "I know what it is to feel home-sick, and to smother one"s nose in the pillow! If that wasn"t sobbing, it was as like it as anything I"ve ever heard in my life."