Last summer Mother took Hazel and me with her to France, to visit Aunt Cecily, who was staying near Rouen. The first thing we saw was a funny old woman in a big white cap, like a large poke bonnet, and wooden shoes on her feet. The porters all wore baggy blue blouses something like pinafores. We were obliged to go through the Customs. A man in a uniform was looking to see if anybody had brought any tea. He took a little girl"s doll away from her, and felt it to see if it had any tea inside it; then he took a lady"s cushion, and because she got angry, he stuck his sword through it, and all the feathers came out over his grand coat. We were so glad! There were no carpets in the house where Aunt Cecily was living; the floors were of polished wood, and so slippery. Jean, the servant, used to rub them with beeswax every morning, but he was very cross in French when Hazel and I made slides on them. We used to have coffee and lovely little rolls at seven in the morning, and then proper breakfast at eleven, and we had quite different things to eat from what you get in England. One day Hazel and I went such a long walk that we got lost, and we couldn"t remember enough French to ask our way home. A woman came along with a donkey and two big baskets on it, and when she saw us crying she gave us each an apple, and took us to the cure of the village, who could speak English. He was very kind; he showed us round his garden, and then he borrowed a cart from the farmer, and drove us home to Aunt Cecily"s. This is all I can tell you about my visit to France.
"I know it"s horrid!" said Brenda. "But I really can"t write well, and make up tales like Nina. I don"t know how she does it!"
"It"s jolly!" said Marian. "We"ve none of us been to France, so we like to hear about it. I wish you had written more. The next one"s very short indeed.
THE LADY AND THE SNAKE
By JESSIE ELLIS
A lady who lived in Australia one day put a great log of wood on to the fire. In a little while she was going to poke it, and she stooped to pick up what she thought was the poker, but it was really a horrible black snake, which coiled at once round her arm. She had the presence of mind not to move, but remained very still, and in a few moments it slid down on to the ground. A gentleman who was in the room killed it, and taking the log from the fire he carried it into the yard, where seven more snakes dropped out of it. The wood was hollow, and they had made a nest inside it, and gone to sleep, and the warmth of the fire had wakened them up."
"It"s quite true," said Jessie. "The lady was my aunt. She told us about it in a letter."
"What a horrid thing to happen!" cried the girls.
"A nice tale, but too short," commented the President. "I"m afraid Linda hasn"t written a long one either.
THE STORY OF A DOG
By LINDA ACTON MARSHALL
I have a little dog called Scamp, that follows me wherever I go.
He can sit up and beg, and catch biscuits on his nose, and do all kinds of tricks. One day I was in bed with a bad cold, and Scamp came upstairs to my room. I told him I was ill, and he gave a sharp bark, and ran out. I could hear him trot up to the attic, and soon he returned with a biscuit in his mouth, and laid it on my pillow, wagging his tail, and looking very sorry for me, and very pleased at himself. He must have kept a store of biscuits in the attic. I think he is just the cleverest little dog in the world."
"My tale"s true, too," said Linda. "No, I didn"t make it up, Nina; he really did. There are only two stories left now, Connie"s and Marian"s. I wonder which comes next."
"Connie"s," said Marian. "And it"s in poetry, too. It"s called:
THE S.S.L.U.
By CONSTANCE MARY CAMDEN
Said the girls of the third cla.s.s "All we A Secret Society will be.
Though the second may hover Our words to discover, It"s nothing they"ll hear or they"ll see.
They may listen at doors in the hall, Or round by the keyhole may crawl, They may search through the schools, But they won"t find our rules, And they"ll never know nothing at all"."
The girls clapped, both at the sentiments expressed, and at the poetical setting.
"I know they"d listen if they could," said Connie. "They"re mean enough for anything. What"s that noise?"
"Why, nothing."
"I thought I heard a kind of snorting."
"I expect it was only my cold," said Nina. "Do go on, Marian; we want your story."
"But I did hear something," persisted Connie. "I believe it was outside the door, too, and I"m going to look."
She rose hastily, and, creeping softly to the door, opened it suddenly, disclosing the laughing faces of half a dozen of the second cla.s.s, who had been taking it in turns to listen at the keyhole, and who jumped up in a hurry and fled from the outburst of wrath which greeted them.
"Oh! Oh!" shouted Sybil Lake. "Won"t they hear or see anything? Don"t make too sure!"
"I have a little dog that swallows me wherever I go!" called Eileen Butler. "I think he"s just the cleverest little dog in the world!"
"The slugs are crawling fast!" cried Lucy Martin. The injured third had risen in a body and pursued the intruders along the pa.s.sage even to the door of their own sitting-room; but, seeing Miss Barrett coming downstairs, they did not dare to carry the fight into the enemy"s camp, and were obliged to return to the playroom, and hold an indignation meeting over the gla.s.ses of milk and biscuits which arrived at that moment for supper.
"We must read Marian"s story to-morrow," said Sylvia. "Wasn"t it horrid of them? I wonder how much they really heard? Next time we shall have to stuff up the keyhole, and keep opening the door every few minutes to see that the coast is clear. There"s one good thing: they didn"t discover our signs, or the pa.s.sword, and they"ll have hard work to find the rules, because the book"s hidden under the oilcloth in the corner by the piano; only be sure and don"t let the little ones know, because I don"t believe there"s one of them that can keep a secret!"
CHAPTER XIII
A Spring Picnic
The beginning of March brought such delightful, mild, balmy weather that winter seemed to have gathered her chilly garments together and said good-bye. The month came in like a lamb, and, though it would probably justify the old proverb by going out like a lion, in the meantime the sunshine was pleasant, and everyone enjoyed the foretaste of spring. Miss Kaye, never slow to take advantage of the bright days, announced one Sat.u.r.day at breakfast-time that the girls might put on their thickest boots, and prepare for a ramble up the hills.
"We will start at once," she said, "to get the best of the morning, and carry sandwiches in our pockets. Then we can return here for tea at four o"clock."
The expedition was considered too far for the little ones, but the third cla.s.s was of course included, and all its eight members set off in wild spirits. Though Sylvia was in her second term at Heathercliffe House, she had not seen much of the beautiful country in the neighbourhood; the weather in the autumn had been too damp for picnics, and they had only gone walks on the outskirts of the town, or occasionally on to the beach or along the promenade.
Miss Kaye had made a wise choice when she decided to establish her school at Aberglyn. It had the advantage of both mountain and sea air, and was within easy reach of a number of interesting places. The goal of to-day"s walk was a Druids" circle which lay high up on a steep mountainside overlooking the sea, and to reach it would require a climb of several hours. Their way, after leading at first along a suburban road, lined with pretty houses and gardens, began to grow more countrified, and at last they climbed over a stile into a romantic-looking wood. It was the foot of a gorge through which flowed a splendid torrent, dashing its way over great boulders, and the glen was so sheltered that ferns were growing even on the trunks and branches of the trees, and the moss was like a green carpet under foot.
The girls of course rushed down to the edge of the stream, scrambling over the rocks, flinging stones into the water, and trying to make pebbles skim on the smooth pools. Luckily n.o.body fell in, though both Connie and Brenda had such a narrow escape that Miss Kaye called her flock to order, and bade them march on once more up the proper path.
The trees gradually began to give way to gra.s.sy banks which were already spangled with celandine, coltsfoot, and actually a few early primroses; the hazel bushes were covered with catkins that sent showers of golden pollen over the children when they gathered them, and in a cosy sheltered spot in the hedge they found a thrush"s nest with three blue eggs in it.
"How sweet of her to build just here!" said Sylvia, looking with deep interest at the clay-lined structure so cunningly hidden behind a long spray of ivy, "I can"t think how she did it all with her beak.
Isn"t she clever? Oh, Connie, please don"t lift out the eggs! I"m sure you"ll break them. She won"t come back while we"re here, so let us go away, or else they"ll get quite cold, and won"t hatch out."
"Look what I"ve found!" cried Marian, climbing up the bank with a small white starlike flower in her hand. "Isn"t it early? It"s a piece of saxifrage."
"No, that"s st.i.tchwort," said Sylvia, who had learnt a little botany at home, and liked to air her knowledge.
"It"s saxifrage," said Marian decidedly. "My mother told me so once herself."
"And my mother told me it was st.i.tchwort."
"My mother"s always right. She knows everything!"
"And so does mine! She couldn"t make a mistake!"
"You"d better ask Miss Kaye," laughed Linda, "and then she can decide between you. I"ve heard it called Star of Bethlehem, so that makes a third name."
Miss Kaye agreed at once with Sylvia, much to Marian"s chagrin; she did not like to be put in the wrong, and indeed kept obstinately to her own opinion, and still insisted upon calling the flower saxifrage, though Miss Kaye told her she would show her a picture of it with the name underneath in her botany book when they returned.
"You must notice all the things you see or find to-day," said Miss Kaye. "I shall expect everybody to write a composition next week on the excursion."