"You"ve not had a very charming reception so far, have you? I saw how Rachel and Edith were behaving at dinner."
"I don"t care!" snapped Gwen. "I don"t want to talk to them, thanks!
The Form can please itself whether it"s friendly or leaves me alone as far as I"m concerned."
Netta whistled softly. There was a rather inscrutable expression on her face.
"All the same I suppose you don"t always want to go on being a kind of leper and outlaw? Not very interesting, I should say, to come to school every day and speak to n.o.body!"
Gwen was silent. She had no argument to advance.
"They"re annoyed with you just at present for being moved into our Form, but they can"t keep it up long. In a little while they"ll feel accustomed to you and you"ll get on all right. Then the question is, are you going to belong to the Saints or the Sinners?"
"What do you mean?" asked Gwen.
"We"re all one or other here. We call Hilda Browne and Iris Watson and Louise Mawson and Rachel Hunter and Edith Arnold and a few more "the Saints"."
"Nothing very saintly about them that I can see!" sniffed Gwen.
"Well, it depends on your standards. Perhaps they thought they behaved like saints at dinner."
"More like Pharisees! Which are you?"
Netta"s brown eyes twinkled.
"I leave you to guess!" she replied sagely. "I"m not stiff and stand-off like some of them are, at any rate. If you"d care to take a walk down the corridor, I"ll go with you."
A stroll with anyone was better than sitting alone in the cla.s.sroom; it was still only two o"clock, and there was half an hour to get through before afternoon school began. Gwen was not averse to exploring the upper corridor, for as a Junior it had been forbidden ground to her. She and Netta went into the Sixth Form room, the Senior French and German room, and even looked inside the teachers" room, finding n.o.body there.
"Miss Roscoe"s private sitting-room is at the end of the pa.s.sage,"
said Netta. "She"s down in the library, so if you like to take a peep, you can."
The spirit of curiosity strongly urged Gwen to see what a headmistress"s private study was like, and thinking themselves perfectly safe, the two girls entered, and began eagerly to scan the pictures, the ornaments, the photographs, and the various objects which were spread about on desk and tables. It was a pretty, tasteful room, with choice prints from the old masters in carved oak frames, and pots of ferns and flowers, and handsomely bound books, and curios from foreign lands. The girls moved softly about, examining first one thing and then another with increasing interest.
"Oh, do look at this exquisite little case of b.u.t.terflies! I never saw anything so perfect!" said Netta.
Gwen was standing absorbed in contemplation of a stained-wood blotter.
She wheeled round, and as she did so her elbow knocked a parcel that had been placed on the corner of the desk, and sent it flying on to the floor. There was a smashing sound like the breaking of china, and at that exact moment somebody entered the room. Hopelessly caught, the two girls turned to face the newcomer. It was not Miss Roscoe--that was one thing to be thankful for--but it was Emma, the housemaid, which was quite bad enough. She looked at them as if she knew herself to be mistress of the situation, then waxed eloquent.
"I should just like to know what you two"s doing here?" she demanded.
"You"ve no business in this room--none at all. And you"ve gone and smashed that parcel as is only come five minutes ago from the china shop. I could hear it break. My word! What will Miss Roscoe say to this?"
"She mustn"t know!" gasped Netta. "Emma, you must promise us faithfully not to tell you"ve found us here."
"Me not tell? And what for, please? Why should I screen you?"
"We shall get into such an awful sc.r.a.pe!" pleaded Gwen.
"You should have thought of that before you came!"
"Oh, Emma!" urged Netta. "We can"t, we daren"t let Miss Roscoe know.
She"d be so fearfully angry. She might even expel us!"
"And what am I to say about this parcel you"ve broken? You don"t suppose I"m going to take the blame of that on my shoulders! No, thank you!"
"The cat," murmured Netta.
"Cat, indeed!" repeated Emma scornfully. "That"s too old a story to take in Miss Roscoe; besides which, there"s not a cat in the house.
She hates "em. You"ll just have to own up, and serve you both right for meddling."
"Is it badly broken, I wonder?" sighed Gwen, feeling the unfortunate parcel carefully. "It seems to be a box."
"Yes, but what"s inside the box is smashed. You can hear the bits rattle when you shake it," returned Emma smartly. "It"s her new afternoon tea set, I"ll be bound. She told me she was going to order one from Parker"s."
"There"s Parker"s name on the label," agreed Gwen despondently.
"Yes, and if you think--"
"Look here, I"ve got an idea," interrupted Netta. "You said the box only arrived about five minutes ago, so Miss Roscoe can"t possibly know that it"s come yet. If we could get it taken back to the shop and ask Parker"s to send some more, and we pay for it, she need never know."
"A pretty idea!" snorted Emma.
"Oh, it would be grand!" exclaimed Gwen, grasping at any way out of the dreadful predicament.
"You"ll help us, Emma, won"t you?" entreated Netta.
"Not I! It"s none of my business."
"But suppose it were worth your while? Wouldn"t half a crown buy you something nice?"
"Nothing I"d care for."
"Five shillings, then?"
Emma"s face showed signs of yielding.
"I don"t want to get you into trouble if I can help it," she replied more gently. "I dare say Parker"s would replace the things if you was willing to pay for them, and nothing need be said. I"m not one for wanting scenes, and a scene there"d be if Miss Roscoe found her set broken. She"s a sharp tongue, as I know to my cost."
"Then, Emma, will you take away the box now, and hide it somewhere, and we"ll meet you in the pantry at four o"clock, and you can give it to us, and we"ll take it ourselves to Parker"s, and ask them to send some more china to-night. We"ll bring you the five shillings to-morrow morning. It shall be a present from us both, and thank you so much for helping us! You promise you won"t tell? Well, that"s a weight off our minds! Come, Gwen, we"ll scoot!"
CHAPTER IV
A Delicate Transaction
Gwen had stood by, listening to Netta"s proposals, and offered no opposition. She was thankful to find any means of escape from the terrible prospect of braving Miss Roscoe"s wrath. The Princ.i.p.al was a stern, even a severe woman, who never made allowances or admitted excuses, and greatly resented any liberties. How would she regard such an extreme liberty as an unauthorized visit to her private sitting-room, to say nothing of the accident to the tea service? Gwen shivered at the bare idea. She was aware that she and her sisters were received on rather special terms at Rodenhurst. Winnie"s teaching scarcely compensated for the two younger ones" school fees, and did not include the daily board for the three girls, which was given in by Miss Roscoe, who knew of Mr. Gascoyne"s poor circ.u.mstances. For this reason Gwen had been urged to work her hardest, so as to be a credit to her Form, and in some degree repay Miss Roscoe"s generosity. The Princ.i.p.al had shown an interest in her, particularly in relaxing an old-established rule in her favour, and moving her up right in the middle of a term. If she were detected in such a grave breach of discipline, Miss Roscoe might consider her unworthy of any further kindnesses, might even ask her father to take her away altogether from Rodenhurst. To take her away! Why, the world would come to an end! At home she was already regarded as the troublesome one of the family, and if she suffered this disgrace, she could never hold up her head again. Father--dear, patient, self-sacrificing Father--would be grieved and worried beyond expression; he hoped great things, she knew, from her schooling, and how could she bear to disappoint him?