When the meal was over, the whole school adjourned to the lecture-room to listen to an opening speech from Miss Lincoln, who usually began the term with an address to her pupils. The singing cla.s.s sang a few glees, and there was a recitation by one of the prefects; after that came prayers, and then it was bedtime. Patty was escorted to No. 7 by the same teacher who had taken her to the refectory, and who, she learnt, was Miss Rowe, the second mistress of the fourth cla.s.s. The curtains of the other cubicles were closely drawn, so she did not catch a glimpse of her companions, and as all conversation was strictly forbidden, the room was in silence. Patty went to bed in the very lowest of spirits. It had not seemed a favourable beginning to her school life, and unless things improved a little she was sure she could never be happy.
"I suppose I must try and make the best of it," she thought; "and one thing I"m determined about, however wretched I feel, I"m not going to write miserable letters home and upset Mother. She wanted me so much to like The Priory, so I won"t let her know, even if n.o.body ever does talk to me or be nice. There are eighty-nine days before I can go back, and this is one off, at any rate. I expect they"ll go by somehow, though I wish I could skip them all, and this were the last day of the term instead of only the first."
CHAPTER IV
A Maiden all Forlorn
Patty awoke next morning with a vague, drowsy, comfortable impression that she was in her own room at home, with Milly in the other bed, and she was just going to turn over and fall happily asleep again, when she suddenly remembered where she was, and felt as if her heart, instead of being light and cheerful as usual, had changed into lead or some substance of an equally weighty description. She realized that it was the sound of voices that had disturbed her. Two girls in the opposite cubicles were talking together, in low tones, certainly, but loud enough to be most distinctly audible.
"It is a shame, Doris," said the first, "when you and I and Beatrice and May had all put our names down for a bedroom together, and Miss Graveson had almost promised we should have this one! And she won"t say why not, either, only that Miss Lincoln had arranged it this way."
"It"s perfectly disgusting," replied the other. "Miss Lincoln"s absolutely mean. And Beatrice is as disappointed about it as we are.
She"s in No. 12, with Ada and Carrie Hardman. Think of having to share your room with the Hardmans! Beatrice says she doesn"t intend even to speak to them."
"It"s just as bad for us. We don"t want this new girl. Why couldn"t Miss Lincoln put her with the Hardmans, and let Beatrice come to No. 7?"
"Oh, I don"t know, except that she knew we were so anxious about it. We shan"t have any fun now. I expect she"ll be dreadfully priggish and proper."
"Have you seen her?"
"Only for a moment. Ida Haslam pointed her out to me in the recreation room. I thought she seemed rather prim. At any rate, she doesn"t look nearly as nice as Beatrice."
"She certainly couldn"t be that."
"I wish she hadn"t come, and I vote we don"t make any fuss over her."
"I"m not going to, I a.s.sure you!"
"Well, I shan"t either. She can take care of herself, and make friends with anybody she likes. Only it"s a horrible nuisance to be obliged to have her in our room. Look here, Ella, suppose we----"
But here it suddenly dawned upon Patty that she was listening to what was not intended for her ears, so she gave such a very wide-awake cough that the speaker stopped, and after a suppressed giggle, apparently drew aside the curtain of her cubicle, leaned out of bed, and continued her remarks in a subdued whisper. It certainly was not particularly encouraging for Patty to find she was so unwelcome in No. 7. It seemed too bad that her room mates should be prejudiced against her before they had really made her acquaintance. It was not her fault that she had been put in the place of the companion they preferred, and it was unfair and unkind to have a grudge against her on that account. She wondered if Jean Bannerman would be accorded as cold a reception in No. 10. Jean, at any rate, had seemed friendly, and their little walk round the quadrangle had been so far the only bright spot since her arrival. She had not much time, however, for further reflections; a loud bell in the pa.s.sage gave the signal for rising, and, afraid of being late, she got up at once. Judging from the sounds in the other cubicles, Doris and Ella appeared to have some difficulty in waking May, who was evidently a heavy sleeper, and all three indulged in many yawns and groans before they finally tore themselves out of bed, and hurried rapidly through their toilets, chatting meanwhile about various affairs which were quite unintelligible to anyone who had not yet learnt to take part in the life at The Priory.
Patty was able to say good morning to Jean, and to sit next to her at prayers, but they were obliged to separate in the refectory, and breakfast was as silent a meal as supper of the night before. Lessons began at nine o"clock, and Patty found herself escorted by Miss Rowe to a small empty cla.s.sroom, where she was to undergo an entrance examination. All the other new girls, including Jean, had already taken this examination at home, the papers having been sent to them by post; but owing to a mistake, this preliminary had been omitted in Patty"s case, and she must now give some proof of her attainments before she could be placed in any form. It was an anxious morning for her. She wrote on steadily, but it was difficult to do herself justice, as the history paper was on a period she had not studied specially, and the geography also covered new ground. She was allowed an hour for each, and gave a sigh of relief when the clock at last struck eleven, and Miss Rowe took her to the pantry for lunch. This was a very informal affair; the girls ran in as they liked, and helped themselves to gla.s.ses of milk and slices of thick bread and b.u.t.ter, which were placed in readiness for them. Patty looked eagerly among the chattering throng for any face that she knew, but though girls were hurrying in and out the whole time she was there, she saw neither Jean, Avis, nor Muriel. All seemed occupied in discussing school topics, and far too busy to notice her, and when the great bell rang, everyone fled hastily to lecture or cla.s.sroom, and left her still standing with her empty gla.s.s in her hand.
She put it down leisurely, and was just wondering what to do next, when Miss Rowe came bustling up.
"Come along at once, Patty!" she said, in a rather peremptory tone.
"Didn"t you hear the bell?"
"Yes," replied Patty, wondering what she had done amiss.
"Then why are you not back at your desk in the cla.s.sroom?"
"I didn"t know----" began Patty, but Miss Rowe broke in as if she had not the patience to listen to explanations.
"You will have to learn punctuality here," she said. "Any girl who is late for a cla.s.s loses an order mark. Now be quick and get on with this arithmetic paper. I can only allow you till twelve o"clock for it, and then you must begin the grammar."
Patty obeyed in silence, feeling much subdued. It was rather hard, she thought, that when she was still so new and strange she must be scolded for not keeping the rules of the school. She had not really known that she was expected to hasten back to her examination at the sound of the bell, and had, in fact, been waiting for Miss Rowe to come and fetch her. The latter seemed annoyed. She hurried Patty to her place, and handed her a fresh supply of ma.n.u.script paper with very scant ceremony, then, taking up a book, appeared to be preparing some lesson. Patty remembered how Avis had hinted that Miss Rowe was not popular, and she thought she began to understand why. In spite of the urgent necessity of getting on quickly with her sums, she could not help stealing occasional glances at the mistress, whose clear-cut profile, firm mouth, calm grey eyes, and abundant braids of fair hair half attracted and half repelled her. Miss Rowe was barely out of her teens; indeed, it was only a year since she had left school herself to come as a.s.sistant governess at The Priory, and she tried to make up for her lack of years by exacting the utmost in the way of discipline, and a.s.serting her dignity upon all occasions. Miss Lincoln, who saw that there was sometimes friction between Miss Rowe and her pupils, interfered as little as she could, thinking the young teacher would soon learn by experience, and it was better to leave her to fight her own battles, and hoping that time and prudence would conquer many difficulties. Patty, of course, did not know all this, but she realized that Miss Rowe was inclined to be impatient and dictatorial, and in consequence began to think that she should not like her. Morning school at The Priory was from nine till one, and the hours from two to four were devoted to outdoor exercise.
To-day, however, owing to her examination, Patty was obliged to return after dinner to the cla.s.sroom, and she was not free until three o"clock, when she handed in her last paper, and was told by Miss Rowe that she might go and join the other girls in the grounds. Very much relieved that her ordeal was over at last, she put on her hat and strolled across the quadrangle under an archway into the garden beyond. She felt tired out and languid. It was a warm September day, and the unwonted exertion of answering so many questions had made her head ache. She wandered aimlessly along the paths, pausing for a few moments at the tennis courts, where a little crowd of spectators stood watching an exciting set, then on towards the playing fields, where more girls appeared to be practising hockey. Everybody seemed to be friends and to be occupied with some game or amus.e.m.e.nt except herself, and the loneliness of her position struck poor Patty again with full force. Muriel had entirely deserted her, and evidently did not intend to take the slightest notice of her. There had not yet been any opportunity of renewing the acquaintance with either Jean Bannerman or Avis, and n.o.body else had proffered even a remark.
[Ill.u.s.tration: "EVERYBODY SEEMED TO BE FRIENDS AND TO BE OCCUPIED WITH SOME GAME OR AMUs.e.m.e.nT EXCEPT HERSELF"]
"Do they always boycott new girls like this?" thought Patty. "It was very different at Miss Dawson"s. If a fresh girl came we used to be so nice to her, and show her everything. If this is a big school, I"d much rather have a little one. Oh! what can I say to Mother when I write? I can"t possibly pretend I"m happy, and I"m sure she"ll expect me to mention Muriel. I shall just have to tell her about the exams., and what cla.s.s I"m in--and I don"t even know that myself yet. I must send a letter to-morrow, I promised they should hear by Friday; but I wish I could have told them some better news."
Patty"s circ.u.mstances were certainly a little exceptional. Miss Lincoln, as a rule, took care that every newcomer was given in charge of some cla.s.smate, who was instructed to show her the ways of the school, and make her feel at home there; but knowing that Patty was Muriel"s cousin, the headmistress had naturally thought it unnecessary to specially introduce her, expecting she would at once find herself in the midst of a pleasant set of companions. If she had had the slightest suspicion of the true state of the case, she would have been much distressed, as she took great pains to cultivate nice feeling among her girls, and especially to allow no one to be neglected or unkindly treated. Miss Rowe, the only teacher who so far had had anything to do with Patty, had been too busy and occupied to notice whether she appeared to be mixing with the rest of the school, and having dismissed her to the garden, did not give her another thought. Several girls, so Patty learnt afterwards, watched her strolling down the paths, and had half thought of speaking to her: but thinking she was perhaps only looking for some friend, they had not carried out their good intentions, and for the present she was left alone. Tea was at four o"clock, and was followed by preparation until a quarter to seven.
"Miss Lincoln has not yet been able to correct your papers, Patty," said Miss Graveson, "so I cannot set you any definite work; but you can come with me to the Fifth Form room, and I will find something for you to do."
Patty followed obediently to the cla.s.sroom in question. The ten girls who occupied the desks were all strangers to her, and as strict silence was the rule, there would certainly have been no opportunity for conversation. Everybody seemed working as hard as possible. Some sat with elbows on desks, and their fingers in their ears, evidently committing rules to memory; some were biting their pens in the agonies of composition, and others counting on their fingers as they added up sums. I think Patty will not be blamed very much if she did not pay great attention to the pa.s.sage which Miss Graveson told her to a.n.a.lyse and pa.r.s.e. She was growing so terribly homesick and dispirited, that she longed to put her head down on the desk and indulge in a good fit of crying, and only her habit of self-control saved her from showing her feelings before her companions. After supper all the members of the lower school were expected to bring their work-bags to the recreation room, and to sit sewing while one of the mistresses read aloud. Patty retired quietly to the sofa, and opening the piece of linen embroidery which she had brought with her, began to st.i.tch in a rather unenthusiastic manner. She felt too shy and dejected to offer any advances to the other girls, and n.o.body came and sat by her, or made any attempt at friendship. She noticed Muriel enter, and for one second their eyes met, but Muriel deliberately looked the other way, and with heightened colour crossed to the opposite side of the room, cutting her so coolly and decidedly that Patty could not possibly mistake her intention. Jean Bannerman was seated not very far off, talking to Avis, but as their backs were turned to Patty they did not see her, though Jean looked round the room once or twice as if in quest of somebody. I think Patty might perhaps have summoned up sufficient courage to go and speak to them had not Miss Rowe entered, and after an enquiry as to whether all the girls were provided with work, took the armchair which had been reserved for her, and commenced to read aloud. The book was d.i.c.kens"s _Great Expectations_, and ever afterwards Patty a.s.sociated the first chapters with an indescribable feeling of misery and wretchedness.
Pip"s distresses seemed quite in harmony with her state of mind, and she thought she would almost have preferred his adventure with the escaped convict to her own present unhappiness. Troubles always seem at their worst at bedtime, and the memory of home rose up so strongly, that she began to come to the conclusion it would be an absolute impossibility ever to like The Priory in the least. A new difficulty which Patty mastered that evening was the art of crying in bed without making the slightest sound so as to betray her grief to the occupants of the other cubicles--a hard and rather choky achievement, for tears are far more bitter when they must needs be suppressed, and the sorrow that causes them be hidden away.
She rose next day and went to breakfast, feeling still an alien and an outsider. The three girls who shared her bedroom appeared determined to show by their manner how much they resented her presence. They did not even say good morning, though they were pa.s.sing through the door at exactly the same moment as herself, and they hurried on as fast as they could to avoid walking downstairs with her. In all the large school there seemed n.o.body to whom she could turn for sympathy or advice. When the first bell rang for lessons, she lingered in the hall wondering where she was expected to go, and was much relieved after a minute or two to see Miss Rowe coming evidently in search of her.
"I"ve been looking for you, Patty," she said. "You"ve been placed in the Upper Fourth Form. Come with me at once to the cla.s.sroom, and I"ll show you your desk. Have you brought your pencil box? No; there isn"t time to go and fetch it now; you must manage without for this morning. I can lend you this pencil, but be sure you don"t forget to return it to me at one o"clock."
The cla.s.sroom proved large and airy, with four big windows, the lower sashes of which were painted white to prevent wandering eyes straying from lesson books to the view outside. It was fitted with desks arranged to face a low platform on which stood the blackboard, a chair, and a large desk for the teacher. The walls were hung with maps and views of foreign places, and there was a cupboard in the corner, where chalk, new books, ink bottles, and stationery were kept. The vacant desk reserved for Patty proved to be in the middle of the back row, and as she took her seat she looked anxiously to see who were her cla.s.smates.
All the girls of both the upper and lower divisions were already in their places, and the view of twenty-one dark or fair heads, and twenty-one various coloured hair ribbons was rather bewildering. Muriel was two rows in front, and Jean a little to her left, and in the hasty glance she was able to bestow she noticed Avis and two of the other companions with whom she had travelled to Morton on the day of her arrival. Miss Rowe took the call-over, and entered Patty"s name on the register in a neat, firm handwriting; then, mustering the seven members of the lower division, she marched them out of the room for a separate lesson, leaving the platform to Miss Harper, who arrived punctually at the stroke of nine. The mistress of the Fourth Form had a striking personality which could not fail to influence those with whom she came into contact--tall, dark, and handsome, she gave the impression of much strength of will, keen wits, and great abilities. She was a very clever teacher, who liked to push on quick pupils, but was a little ruthless towards stupid girls. She knew how to make the dullest subject entertaining, and expected a high average of work, having no toleration for laziness, and a contempt for incompetence. No girl ever dreamt of whispering or idling during Miss Harper"s cla.s.ses. As a rule, a word or even a look was sufficient to maintain order. She rarely if ever inflicted a punishment for a breach of discipline; to do so, she considered, would be an acknowledgment of her lack of authority, and indeed the girls dreaded one of her scathing reproofs far more than an imposition or the loss of a mark. Her bright, vivacious, interesting style, her fund of appropriate stories for every occasion, and her many amusing remarks and comments, made her extremely popular with her cla.s.s in spite of her strictness, and the moment she took her place on the platform all eyes were fixed on her clever, intellectual face. The subject of her lecture this morning was the reign of James I, and to Patty, accustomed to Miss Dawson"s mild explanations, it was a revelation in the way of teaching. As she had not prepared the chapter, she could, of course, not answer any of the questions asked; but in spite of that she felt she had never grasped any lesson so thoroughly before: every little detail seemed impressed upon her memory, and she was quite sorry when the cla.s.s came to an end, and Mademoiselle arrived to take French translation. Eleven o"clock was the signal for ten minutes" interval for lunch, and most of the girls began at once to leave the room. Patty was on the point of following, when a hand was laid on her arm, and turning round she saw Enid, the pretty dark-eyed girl who had eaten so many sweets in the train.
"I"ve been looking out for you ever since we got to school," said the latter. "What became of you yesterday? I didn"t see even the end of your hair ribbon."
"I was having exams. nearly all day," answered Patty, "but I was in the recreation room in the evening. Didn"t you see me?"
"No, of course I didn"t, or I"d have come and spoken to you."
"I wish you had, then, for n.o.body spoke to me at all, and no one"s said a word to me at meals, or in my bedroom either."
In spite of herself, Patty could not help her voice sounding rather aggrieved.
"What a shame! Then you don"t know anybody at The Priory yet?"
"Only my cousin Muriel."
"Muriel Pearson? Is she your cousin?"
"Yes."
"Well!" exclaimed Enid, throwing such a depth of expression into the brief monosyllable, that it seemed to convey a whole volume of indignant comment.
"Do you actually mean to say," put in Avis, who had joined them, "that Muriel Pearson"s your cousin, and yet she"s never taken any notice of you, nor introduced you to anybody?"
Patty nodded. She did not want to accuse Muriel, but she certainly could not deny the fact.
"Then she"s the meanest, nastiest girl in the whole school, and I shall just tell her so," said Enid, flushing quite scarlet with righteous wrath. "I never thought much of her, but I didn"t believe she"d have done such a horrid thing as this. She deserves to be sent to Coventry for it."
"Didn"t Miss Lincoln ask anybody to be friends with you?" enquired Avis.