"Right you are! Who"ll be gatekeeper?"
"Oh, some st.u.r.dy Fifth Form girl. I propose Gwen Gascoyne."
"Yes, Gwen would do splendidly. She deserves some post of honour for evolving the scheme. Besides, she"s got a head on her shoulders. She"d keep the gate like Horatio kept the bridge."
"One could trust Gwen, I know. Now Rachel Hunter or Edith Arnold would make mistakes in the change, and lose their presence of mind, and perhaps let half a dozen people push in free while they were reckoning up the sixpences."
"Gwen it shall be, then. I"ll ask her to-day if she"ll undertake it."
Gwen was only too proud to be invited to a.s.sume such a responsible position. She felt much flattered that it should have been offered to her instead of to Elspeth Frazer, Hilda Browne, Iris Watson, or other of the older members of the Form.
"I"m the youngest of all, and yet I"m to be trusted the most!" she said to herself with a sigh of gratification. "Gwen Gascoyne, I congratulate you! You"re coming on!"
There was great excitement at Skelwick Parsonage on the day of the fete. Beatrice had made several boxes of sweets to be sold on the ground, and Winnie picked the very choicest flowers in the garden for the same object. Mr. Gascoyne, Beatrice, and Martin were to come to the gymkhana, and had promised to clap their loudest at Giles" and Basil"s performances in the sports. Those two heroes kept examining the muscular development of their young arms like a pair of practised Roman gladiators, and ate quite a double allowance of breakfast on the strength of the trials that were in store for them. They were so eager to start for school, that for once Beatrice had no need to urge them to hurry, and they departed in excellent spirits, vaulting, for practice, over the orchard hurdles instead of going out through the front gate.
Morning school was held as usual at Rodenhurst, but ceased at twelve, so as to give time for preliminary arrangements to be completed. The cla.s.srooms were to be used as dressing-rooms for some of the performers, and the gymnasium was turned into a repository for the parcels of sweets, cakes, and flowers which kept arriving from the generous friends who had promised such gifts. To unpack these and apportion them to different tea tables or vendors" baskets was a task which needed all the energies of the members of the Committee, who were kept so busy at the work that they had scarcely more than ten minutes to spare for dinner. As a rule, unpunctuality at this meal was visited with direst penalties, but to-day Miss Roscoe only smiled as the prefects rushed in very late, hastily bolted their meat course, and fled minus the pudding. Their zeal and virtuous example had the desired effect. Everybody upon whom any responsibility devolved made an extra effort, so that by half-past two everything was in perfect order and readiness.
"Thank our lucky, lucky stars it"s a decent day!" said Gwen, gazing up at a sky which, if not blue all over, held only clouds of an apparently harmless character. "I don"t believe it intends to rain at all, and I expect everybody will come, and the audience be "large and appreciative", as the newspapers say. If I don"t clear a good sum of gate money, I shall be amazed."
"Are you ready, Gwen, to act Horatio?" said Bessie Manners, bustling up in a hurry. "You understand the business, don"t you? Those with tickets you of course let in free. Everybody else must pay a shilling, or children under ten sixpence. Here are two rolls of checks, sixpenny and shilling ones. You must hand checks to all comers for the amount they have paid you, and they will present the checks at the entrance to the big field. You will stand at the gate that leads from the garden to the smaller field."
"I understand all right!" laughed Gwen. "I"ve brought a satchel to hold the money, and I"ll undertake not a soul gets in without paying.
It will have to be "over my body" if they do!"
"Moira will be at the second gate, and she won"t allow anyone through without handing her a ticket or a check, so I think we shan"t lose anything there," replied Bessie, turning away satisfied.
Gwen took up her station at once, for visitors were already beginning to arrive at the school, and she was soon fully occupied in receiving coins and tearing off checks. She rather enjoyed being at the receipt of custom, and was particularly gratified at the amount that went into her satchel. The fine afternoon had tempted people to come to the gymkhana, old Rodenhurst girls and their friends had turned up, as well as parents and relations of present pupils, so the gathering was quite considerable. The many pretty summer dresses and bright parasols gave a most festive appearance to the ground, even before the performers arrived on the scenes. Various girls, furnished with tasteful baskets, had been chosen to sell sweets and floral b.u.t.tonholes, and soon began to find customers for their wares, while the lemonade and ice-cream stalls were already doing a roaring trade.
Lesbia had been selected as a flower vendor, and looked absolutely charming in a white China-silk dress and Tuscan hat trimmed with daisies, which, by her usual good luck, she had received from Aunt Violet only the week before. Pretty Lesbia, with her pink cheeks and her lovely flaxen hair, really made quite a picture as she carried round her basket, and many people bought flowers from her, just because they could not resist the entreaty in her blue eyes, and the soft little voice that pleaded the cause of the Rodenhurst Cot.
"She"s just twice as good at selling as I should have been," thought Gwen, watching her sister rather wistfully. "There"s a fascination about Lesbia which I don"t possess in the very least. She must be making a little fortune with those posies. Well, never mind. I"m keeping the gate. That"s more important still. To business. Here"s someone else coming. h.e.l.lo! Why, d.i.c.k! This is awfully good of you!"
It was d.i.c.k Chambers who presented himself and paid his shilling. "I hardly knew whether I dared come," he grinned, "after the row I got you into that afternoon when you fished out of the window for sweets.
Will any of the teachers seize upon me and turn me out as a pernicious character? I shall demand the return of my money if they do!"
"They"re too busy," laughed Gwen, "and besides, I don"t think anyone would recognize you. Miss Trent didn"t see you, you know; she only caught me leaning out of the window."
"Then you think I may venture without fear of consequences? I feel rather like Romeo going into the Capulet mansion. Can you give me a watchword to use if I get into difficulties?"
"The Rodenhurst Cot and Coin of the Realm are our two watchwords this afternoon. Stick to those and you can"t go wrong, even if you beard Miss Roscoe herself. She is over there if you"d like to shake hands with her."
"No, thanks! I"ve no wish to risk such an ordeal. In fact I"ll give her as wide a berth as possible. Should you be allowed to negotiate an ice if I brought you one?"
"Not while I"m on duty. Look here: "You are requested not to speak to the Woman at the wheel". Here"s a fresh batch of people arriving."
"Mayn"t I tear off the checks?"
"Certainly not. Go along and buy some of Lesbia"s flowers, if she has any left by now. If you don"t scoot quick, I"ll report you for impeding me in the performance of my work. Then they"d turn you out, with a vengeance."
"I"ll be good," chuckled d.i.c.k, as he moved on to find Lesbia, and invest in her wares.
The cycle parade was about to begin, and those who meant to take part in it were wheeling their machines through a private door which led from the stable yard into the field. Not only had the compet.i.tors decorated their bicycles, but they themselves had donned fancy costumes, many of which were of quite an elaborate description. There was a Dutch maiden with white sleeves, velvet bodice, starched cap and wooden sabots, a sweet little Miss j.a.p-j.a.p-j.a.ppy in gay kimono, a flower tucked into her dark hair, an Indian squaw with bead-embroidered garments and fringed leggings, several pierrettes, a Red Riding Hood, a Goody Two Shoes, and other characters of nursery fame or fairy-tale lore. But the best of all, so everyone agreed, was Rachel Hunter, who came arrayed as a cat.
Her costume, cut on the pattern of a child"s sleeping suit, was most cleverly contrived out of brown plushette, painted in bold bars to represent the stripes of a tabby. She wore a cat"s mask on her head, and made such an excellent representation of a gigantic specimen of the feline race that the effect was quite appalling. The younger children squealed when she appeared on the field, especially as, to keep up her character, she made an occasional claw at one of them as she pa.s.sed, or gave vent to a tremendous "Miau!" or "Fuff!" She had decorated her bicycle with chocolate mice, and halted now and then to eat one with great apparent gusto, hugely to the delight of the juvenile portion of the audience, who clapped her again and again. But the real triumph of her costume was her tail, a splendid appendage fully a yard in length.
By a most ingenious contrivance of a strong wire spring, worked with a piece of elastic, she was able to curl and uncurl it, or to lash it to and fro in the most diverting fashion. Altogether Puss was a huge attraction, she acted her part capitally, and when on reaching the judge"s stand she purred loudly, and pretended to wash her face with her tawny paw, the general cheering easily secured for her the first prize.
The second prize was won by a cla.s.smate of Basil"s from the Boys"
Preparatory Department, who came attired as a golliwog, with blackened face, fuzzy hair, and a selection of Dutch jointed dolls slung from his bicycle. His laurels were closely contested by a dainty Miss b.u.t.terfly and a picturesque Cavalier, but on the whole the funny costumes seemed to find greater favour with the majority.
Everybody voted the cycle parade an entire success, and the audience looked quite regretful as the long line of troubadours, Dolly Vardens, brigands, fairies snow queens, Italian peasants, Kate Greenaway rustics, and other interesting characters took their departure through the gate. But there were further items on the programme, and all eyes turned eagerly to the band of quaintly dressed little maidens who now ran out joyously hand in hand to perform the ancient ceremony of plaiting the Maypole. The children had been well drilled, and had practised a.s.siduously, so each took her ribbon with confidence, and started off at the sound of the music, to tread the intricate steps required for the due twisting and combination of the colours. The affair went without a hitch, the maypole was plaited and unplaited, and the effect was so pretty that the audience encored the performance. Feeling that they had covered themselves with glory, the May-maidens retired to make room for the morris dancers, who were waiting anxiously to have their turn. The oldfashioned costumes, with their decorations of flowers, ribbons, and bells looked well with the green field for a setting, and when the band struck up, and the dancers began their lively yet graceful motions, everyone felt transported back to mediaeval days, when the world was young and joyous, and our country merited its t.i.tle of "Merrie England". The Second Form girls, to whom had been a.s.signed this portion of the programme, contrived admirably to convey the original spirit of the dance; their steps seemed so fresh and spontaneous and gay, their actions so prompt and appropriate, and all went in such excellent time to the music that the approving spectators accorded them an encore, much to their satisfaction, for they were anxious not to be beaten by their rivals the maypole plaiters.
After the dancing was finished there was an interval for refreshments before the sports began. Tea and coffee were served on tables which had been carried out from the school, the ices were much in demand, and lemonade and ginger beer bottles maintained a brisk series of pops. Gwen, whose duties had kept her by the entrance gate, had only been able to view the festivities from a distance, and she could not yet desert her post as late comers were still arriving.
"I"ve brought you a cup of tea, Gwen, if you can manage to drink it, and a slice of cake. It"s rather hard you have to act sentry all the afternoon," said Iris Watson.
"I don"t mind. It"s prime fun taking the tolls. I feel like an ancient turnpike man. Thanks immensely for the tea! I"m more thirsty than hungry, but I shan"t despise the cake. Isn"t it a piece of the one your mother sent?"
"Sweets, sixpence a box! Peppermint creams! Chocolate caramels! Almond toffee! All home made! The best value for the money in all Stedburgh!
Perfectly delicious! Buy a box and taste them!" called a well-known voice, and Lesbia marched up, smiling at her own eloquence.
"Why, you young Cheap Jack, I thought you were selling flowers!"
exclaimed Gwen.
"So I was, but I completely cleared out my stock, and Miss Trent set me up in the confectionery line instead. I"m doing equally well, or even better. By the by, can you give me change for a two-shilling piece? Miss Douglas has just bought sixpenny-worth, and she has nothing but a florin. I"ve this moment handed my money to Miss Trent to take care of. I"ve no pocket in this dress, and I gave my bag to Miss Barton with the proceeds of the flowers in it. Here"s the florin--I want a shilling and two sixpences for it, or else four sixpences."
"Right-o!" said Gwen, opening her satchel. "Oh, bother! Here are some more people arriving! You"ll have to wait!"
"Do give it me, quick! Miss Douglas is in a hurry," pleaded Lesbia.
"Then take it out of my satchel yourself. Be sure you put in the florin."
Lesbia hastily complied and ran off, for Miss Douglas was beckoning to her impatiently, and teachers may not lightly be kept waiting.
"Have you managed to get change? That"s right--give me three sixpences," said Miss Douglas, hurriedly putting the money in her purse. "I have to rush indoors now and help to dress the "Elizabethan"
girls for the final madrigal. The whole affair"s going very well. We may all congratulate ourselves on what we"re making."
"Hurrah for the Cot!" sang Lesbia, tripping away with a step that was meant to be in imitation of the morris dancers.
The athletic sports, open to all comers, were naturally a great feature of the afternoon. The prizes had been given by various friends who had responded so generously to the appeal made to them that the Committee had been able to place a large number of compet.i.tions upon the programme. The proceedings led off with a boys" flat race, in which Giles and Basil took part with great credit, though neither was fortunate enough to outstrip the winner, a fleet-footed little brother of Charlotte Perry. The obstacle races were voted immense fun, the humorous feature being the performance of such feminine tasks as needle threading or b.u.t.ton st.i.tching by the boys, and rapid bean sorting by the girls. Giles and Basil were successful in a three-legged race, and Martin, to his huge delight, won the sack race for visitors under seven. He bore away his prize--an indiarubber ball--with great pride to show to Beatrice. Long jumping and high jumping proved equally popular both with boys and girls, some of the records being excellent. Linda Browne a younger sister of Hilda Browne, particularly distinguished herself in this respect, and won laurels for the Lower Third. Vaulting over hurdles of varying heights made a graceful compet.i.tion, and one in which Elspeth Frazer came off a victor. She was an athletic girl, and possessed a wonderful power of spring that caused her to clear the bars like a bird.
"Our Form hasn"t done badly," said Iris Watson, running to Gwen to tell her of Elspeth"s triumph. "Must you stick at this gate all the time? Can"t you leave it and compete for the dart-throwing contest?
It"s always ripping. Surely n.o.body else will come now?"
"Don"t suppose they will, and I"d love to try the darts. But what am I to do with this satchel? It contains solid wealth."
"I"d give it to Miss Roscoe if I were you and ask her to take charge of it. Can you lock it?"
"Yes, I have the key in my pocket. I"ll put the unused checks inside with the cash. There! That"s safely locked up. The bag is quite heavy!
The gate has made a splendid contribution towards the cot I feel so jubilant I want to "c.o.c.k-a-doodle"!"