One afternoon, about two o"clock, Gwen, with her Virgil in her hand, sauntered down the Rodenhurst garden into the playing field which lay at the back of the school. She was anxious to seize the half-hour for preparation, as she knew she would have scant time in the evening for all she was obliged to finish, and she hoped to find a quiet corner in the open air, where she might study in peace. As she walked along, seeking a shady spot, she was attracted by the sound of angry voices, and peeping over the hedge that divided the small playing field from the larger hockey and cricket field, she saw a selection of Second Form girls collected for a rehearsal. Netta Goodwin was the Senior in command, and with Netta these Juniors were evidently having an excited altercation.
"But Moira Thompson didn"t do that!" shrieked an indignant voice.
"Do as I tell you!" ordered Netta tartly. "You lot go over there, and begin your dance, and Ida Bridge and Peggie Weston stop here and hold this rope."
"But I"m the leader!" wailed Ida. "They can"t get on without me!"
"They"ll have to, for once."
"But it"s not fair! You"ve come to help us to practise--not for us to help you!"
"That"s as I like to arrange it!"
"Oh, you are a beast!"
"Apologize for that word, or I"ll spiflicate you! Where are your manners?"
"If you"re not fair, we shan"t mind manners, so there!"
"Ida Bridge, do you intend to hold this rope?"
"Shan"t! I"d rather tell Miss Trent first."
"You miserable little sneak!"
"I"m not a sneak! It"s your fault! Why can"t you take our rehearsal properly, like the others did? We"re wasting time."
"So we are! Get to business, you kids over there. Why don"t you begin your precious dance?"
"We can"t without Ida and Peggie--specially Ida!" fumed the performers.
"Well, I"ve told you I want them myself, and you"ll just have to manage as best you can. Now then, off you go--one--two--three! Bother the lot of you! What are you waiting for?"
"For Ida Bridge."
"You won"t get her!"
"Then the rehearsal"s off!"
"No, it"s not off, you lazy little wretches! You can manage all right if you like; I know perfectly well you can! It"s just a piece of obstinacy. Pig policy doesn"t pay with me, I a.s.sure you! I"ve been put in authority for this afternoon, and I mean to have my own way, so I give you warning. Start that dance instantly, and Ida and Peggie hold this rope."
Instead of obeying, the Juniors crowded round Netta uttering protests and reproaches in a perfect chorus of mutiny. Gwen, who could not quite grasp the cause of the quarrel, made her way through a gap in the hedge and entered the large field.
"What"s all the shindy about?" she enquired. "You"re like a set of wild Irishmen at a fair. I thought you were supposed to be rehearsing?"
"How can we rehea.r.s.e by ourselves?"
"And without our leader?"
"Netta won"t conduct!"
"She told us to go and dance by ourselves, while she practised her own jumping."
"And she wanted to make Ida and Peggie hold the rope for her."
"How can we do our morris dance without Ida and Peggie? It spoils the figures."
"Netta!" gasped Gwen. "Did you actually mean to practise jumping instead of taking this rehearsal?"
Netta shrugged her shoulders easily.
"The kids know their steps so well, they can do the thing perfectly,"
she replied. "What was the good of wasting my time drilling them? I thought I"d make them of some use, and let them hold a rope for me.
They"re an ungrateful little set of sneaks--won"t do a thing for their seniors!"
"Why, I should think not, in this case, when you"d been specially told off by the Committee to superintend their dance. I sympathize with the kids. They"ve right on their side. It"s you who are the sneak."
"Oh! Am I indeed, Miss Gwen Gascoyne? Thank you for nothing. It"s a pretty name to have called me, and I shan"t forget it."
"But it"s true!" returned Gwen with warmth. "It"s simply abominable behaviour to pretend to act dancing mistress and use the time for your own purposes. Why should these kids hold a rope for you?"
"And why should you take me to task, I"d like to know? You"re not a prefect."
"I only wish I were."
"No doubt you do!" sneered Netta. "You"ve been so stuck up since your Cot scheme was adopted, that you seem to imagine yourself as good as the head of the school."
"Gwen, you take our rehearsal instead--we"ve wasted ten minutes or more over wrangling!" pleaded one of the Juniors.
"I will, if Netta will let me."
"Oh, I yield my place with pleasure to the all-important, all-necessary Gwen Gascoyne!" retorted Netta. "We humbler members of the Fifth don"t get a look-in nowadays. But just let me give you one word of good advice, my lofty Pharaoh--pride occasionally comes before a fall!"
CHAPTER XIX
A School Gymkhana
Thanks to the vigorous efforts of the Committee and of the various organizers of the entertainment programme, everything was in good training by the first of June, and anniversary day seemed likely to prove a huge success. It was decided that the gymkhana should begin at three o"clock, and be held in the large cricket field, admission being either by ticket or gate money. There was a little discussion about the arrangements in that respect, some members considering the printing of the tickets an unnecessary expense, and others their sale beforehand an essential feature.
"It"s far better to sell them in advance," urged Bessie Manners, "because people will often buy them, even if they"re not certain of going. If it were a showery afternoon many might stay away--then if they hadn"t taken tickets it would be so much loss to the funds."
"We"ll accept money at the gate, though?" queried Olga Hunter.
"Yes, we must have a gatekeeper, and provide her with shilling and sixpenny checks. I think children ought to be half-price. So many of us have little brothers and sisters who would like to come, and a shilling seems too much to pay for a child."