CHAPTER XII
In Quarantine
However excellent the arrangements of a school, and however happy the girls may be there, the word "holidays" nevertheless holds a magic attraction. Miss Birks"s pupils thoroughly appreciated the Dower House, but they would not have been human if they had not rejoiced openly in the immediate prospect of breaking-up day. Already preparations were being made for the general exodus; the gardener was carrying down trunks from the box-room, Miss Harding was checking the linen lists, and the girls were sorting the contents of their drawers and deciding what must be left and what taken home.
"These are going to be extra-special holidays," triumphed Deirdre. "You know, my sister"s at school at Madame Mesurier"s, near Versailles? Well, Mother and I are to have ten days in Paris, so that we can see Eileen and take her about. Won"t it be absolutely ripping? I"ve never been abroad before, and I"m just living for it. We"re to go and see all the sights. Eileen"s looking forward to it as much as I am."
"I"m going to stay with my cousins in Hampshire," said Dulcie. "They"re mad on horses, so I shall get some riding. They always give me "Vicky", the sweetest little chestnut cob. She goes like a bird, and yet she"s so gentle. When we"re not riding we play golf. Their links are gorgeous."
"Where are you going, Gerda?" asked Deirdre.
"To London, to meet Mother," replied Gerda, with a light in her eyes such as the chums had not seen since she arrived. She offered no details of further plans, but evidently the prospect satisfied her. All three girls were counting the hours till their departure. There is a dour old proverb, however, which states that "there"s many a slip "twixt cup and lip", and for once its pessimistic philosophy was justified.
On the very morning of the breaking-up day Deirdre, who had pa.s.sed a funny, feverish night, woke up to find her face covered with a rash.
Dulcie went for Miss Birks, who, after inspecting the invalid and finding on enquiry that both Dulcie and Gerda had slight sore throats, forbade the three to leave their bedroom until they had been seen by a medical man. Very much disconcerted, they took breakfast in bed.
"It may be only nettle-rash," said Deirdre. "I had it once before when I"d eaten something that disagreed with me."
"And I expect Gerda and I caught cold on the warren yesterday. No doubt it"s nothing," said Dulcie, trying to thrust away the horrible apprehensions that oppressed her.
When Dr. Jones arrived, however, and examined his patients he sounded the death-knell of their hopes. He p.r.o.nounced Deirdre to be suffering from a slight attack of German measles, and from Dulcie"s and Gerda"s symptoms diagnosed that they were sickening for the same complaint.
"The rash will probably be out to-morrow," he announced. "With care in the initial stages it should prove nothing serious, but for the present they are as well in bed."
The three victims could hardly believe the calamity that had overtaken them. To stop in bed with measles when their boxes were packed and the last things ready to go into their hand-bags, and their trains arranged and their relations notified of the time of their arrival!
"It"s--it"s rotten!" exclaimed Deirdre, turning her flushed face to the wall.
"If it"s German measles I believe it"s your fault, Gerda!" declared Dulcie, weeping openly.
"I didn"t start them!" objected poor Gerda.
"You"ve had them packed in your box, then!" snapped Dulcie, who was thoroughly cross and unreasonable. "Oh, won"t it make a pretty hullaballoo in the school?"
The sympathies of the moment might well be with Miss Birks. She had caused each of her remaining seventeen pupils to be examined by the doctor, and as all appeared free from symptoms was sending off seventeen telegrams to inform parents of the circ.u.mstances and ask if they wished their daughters to return home or to remain in quarantine. Without exception the replies were in favour of travelling, so the usual cabs and luggage carts drove up, and the girls, rejoicing greatly, were packed off under Miss Harding"s escort by the midday train to Sidcombe Junction, where they would change for their various destinations.
In spite of strict injunctions to keep warm, Deirdre got out of bed and watched the departure from the window.
"To think that I ought to have been sitting inside that bus, and my box ought to have been on that cart!" she lamented. "Oh, I could howl!
Mother will have got our tickets for Paris. I wonder if she"ll go without me? Oh, why didn"t I powder my face and say nothing about it?"
"You couldn"t have hidden that rash! Besides, it"s horribly dangerous to catch cold on the top of measles. Get back into bed, you silly! I"ll tell Miss Birks if you don"t! Do you want what the doctor called "complications"? I think you"re the biggest lunatic I know, standing in your night-dress by an open window!" Dulcie"s remarks were sage if not complimentary, so Deirdre tore herself away from the tantalizing spectacle of the start below and dutifully returned to her pillow just in time to save herself from being found out of bed by Miss Birks, who, having said good-bye to the travellers, came upstairs to condole with the three invalids.
"I can"t think how we caught it!" sighed Dulcie.
"At our performance of _Coriola.n.u.s_, I"m afraid," said Miss Birks. "Dr.
Jones tells me that all the little Hargreaves are down with it. He was called in to attend them yesterday. Probably they were sickening for it and gave you the infection."
"I hope Ronnie won"t have caught it!" gasped Gerda.
"I trust not, indeed. I shan"t feel easy till I have sent to the Castle to enquire about him. It certainly is the most unfortunate happening.
But Deirdre may be glad she had not started for Paris. There is nothing so miserable or so disastrously expensive as to be laid up in a foreign hotel. The proprietor would have demanded large compensation for measles, even if he had allowed her to remain in the house. Probably she would have been removed to a fever hospital."
"Not a pleasant way of seeing Paris!" said Deirdre, summoning up a smile.
"You"ll have a holiday there another time, I"m sure. And now you must all be brave girls and try to make the best of things. Fortunately, none of you seem likely to be really ill. We"ll do what we can to amuse ourselves."
Miss Birks spoke brightly, and her cheery manner hid her own disappointment, though she might justly have indulged in a grumble, for she had been obliged to cancel all her arrangements for a motor tour and stay to attend to her young patients. The responsibility of looking after them and the subsequent disinfecting which must be done would completely spoil her holiday. She was not a woman to think of herself, however, and she put her aspect of the case so entirely aside that the girls never even suspected that her regrets were equal, if not superior to their own.
As the doctor had prophesied, both Dulcie and Gerda developed the rash on the following day. Fortunately, all three girls had the complaint very slightly, and beyond a touch of sore throat and sneezing were not troubled with any very disagreeable symptoms.
"The microbes have only fought a half-hearted battle, and they are retiring worsted," declared Miss Birks; "they"re not as savage as scarlet-fever germs."
"Quite tame ones," laughed Dulcie.
"Germs "made in Germany" aren"t likely to be A1," said Deirdre, with a quip at Gerda.
After a day or two in bed, Dr. Jones p.r.o.nounced his patients convalescent, gave them permission to go downstairs, and held out the promise of a walk on the warren if they continued to improve. Their period of isolation was a fortnight, after which they were to be allowed to go home for the remaining week of the holidays. If it had not been for the thought of what they were missing, they might have congratulated themselves on having an extremely good time. Miss Birks was kindness itself, and allowed every indulgence possible. They were kept well supplied with books, in cheap editions which could be burnt afterwards, and had licence to pursue any hobby which admitted of disinfection. Dr.
Jones brought good reports of the Hargreaves children, who were now convalescent. Ronnie had most fortunately not caught any germs, and was away with Mrs. Trevellyan in Herefordshire. Of the seventeen girls who had returned home, Irene Jordan only had developed a slight rash, so that on the whole the school had escaped better than might have been expected.
After the constant society of their cla.s.s-mates, the three invalids felt the Dower House to be very large and empty and lonely. It was astonishing how different it seemed now the rooms were untenanted. The whole place wore a changed aspect. In ordinary circ.u.mstances they hardly ever gave a thought to the ancient a.s.sociations of the house, but now they constantly remembered that it had been occupied as a convent, and that hundreds of years ago gentle grey-robed figures had flitted up and down those identical stairs and paced those very same pa.s.sages. It was the code of the school to laugh at superst.i.tion, and none of the girls would confess to a dislike to go upstairs alone, but it was remarkable what excuses they found for keeping each other company.
Gerda was the worst off in this respect, for Deirdre and Dulcie, though ready to accommodate each other, did not show her too much consideration, and would often ruthlessly disregard her palpable hints.
They kept very much together, and though not openly rude, made her feel most decidedly that she was _de trop_. She never complained, nor offered the least reproach; her manner throughout was exactly the same as it had been since her first arrival, gentle, reserved, and uncommunicative.
Sometimes the chums, out of sheer naughtiness, tried to pick a quarrel with her, but she never lost her self-control, and either kept entire silence, or replied so quietly to their gibes that they were rather ashamed of themselves. To Miss Birks Gerda did not open her heart any more than to her room-mates. She appeared grateful for kindness, but the Princ.i.p.al"s best efforts could not make her talk, and on the topic of her home and her relations she was dumb. To any questions she would return the most brief and unwilling answers, and seemed reluctant to have the subject mentioned at all. After several vain attempts to win her confidence, Miss Birks gave up trying, and allowed her to go on in her usual self-contained silent fashion--a negative policy not wholly satisfactory.
All three girls made excellent progress, and Dr. Jones very soon gave permission first for a gentle walk round the garden at midday, then for a longer time out-of-doors.
"We"ve been making invalids of them, though they"re not invalids at all," he said jokingly. "They"re nothing but three humbugs! Look at their rosy cheeks! And I hear reports of such excessive consumption of chicken broth, and jelly, and other delicacies, I shall have to diet them on porridge and potatoes. I think Miss Birks is too good to you, young ladies. When I was at school I wasn"t pampered like this, I a.s.sure you, whatever infectious complaints I managed to catch. They used to dose us with Turkey rhubarb, no matter what our ailment; it was a kind of specific against all diseases, and nasty enough to frighten any microbe away."
"May we go home next week?" pleaded Deirdre.
"Girls who catch German measles don"t deserve to go home. But I know Miss Birks wants to get rid of you, so I won"t be too severe. Yes, I think I may consider you cured, and give you your order of release for next Wednesday."
That evening three very jubilant girls sat in the small schoolroom scribbling their good news.
"This day week we shall be at home," rejoiced Deidre.
"Oh, goody! I am so glad! I can hardly write sense. I hope Mother"ll understand it. She"s accustomed to my ragtime letters, though."
"Miss Birks is sending post cards about the trains," volunteered Gerda.
"A good thing, too, for I never remember to put the time. Shall I read you what I"ve said, Deirdre?
"DARLING MUMMIE,