At the end of a fortnight Beatrice was decidedly better, but Dr.
Chambers was still unwilling to allow her to come downstairs.
"Best complete the cure while we"re about it, and take another week in your room," he decreed. "If you begin to bustle round the house too soon, it may undo all the good of this enforced rest.
"I feel such a slacker," groaned the invalid.
After the doctor had gone the family held another conference in Beatrice"s room.
"I had a letter from Cousin Edith this morning," said Mr. Gascoyne.
"She offers to come and take full charge, both of you and the household. What do you think, Bee? Had we better let her come for a while, just until you"re fit to be about again?"
"It isn"t worth it for a week--and I mean to be down then, doctor or no doctor!" announced Beatrice, with characteristic firmness. "In the meantime I"d rather have Gwen than anybody, if she doesn"t mind staying at home a few days longer. She"s a kind little nurse, and she"s kept things going wonderfully. I"d never have believed she"d manage so well."
Gwen"s eyes filled with tears. Beatrice, of all people in the world, to yield her so high a tribute of praise! Beatrice, who had been so captious and hard to please as she lay in bed giving elaborate directions, and whose fidgety ways had needed so much patience!
"I"m glad if I"ve been of any use," she faltered.
"Use! You"ve been a jewel. I don"t know whatever we should have done without you," said Beatrice, catching Gwen"s hand, and squeezing it hard. "Can you spare another week as general slavey? Miss Roscoe would quite understand."
"I"ll do anything you like, Bee," said Gwen, returning the squeeze.
CHAPTER XXIV
The Senior Oxford
Gwen went back to school after three weeks" absence, fearing that every chance of the Senior Oxford must have faded into thin air. She had worked as well as she could at home, but it had not been the same as studying with a mistress, and she felt her deficiencies painfully.
"There"s no time to make things up now, either," she thought. "The exam. begins on the sixteenth, and that"s actually next Monday. Oh dear! If only I were better up in maths! I know the chemistry"ll stump me too. That"s to say if I"m even allowed to go in at all!"
On this last point her doubts were soon dispelled. At eleven o"clock she received a summons to the headmistress"s study.
"Well, Gwen," said Miss Roscoe. "It has been very unfortunate that you were obliged to stay away so long, but you must do your best, notwithstanding. I entered your name as a candidate for the Senior Oxford, so you will, of course, take the examination. Miss Trent has arranged to give you some extra coaching in the dinner hour every day this week, and I think you ought to be able at least to secure a pa.s.s.
You"re fairly certain all round."
"Except in maths.," said Gwen.
"Well, you must give all the time you can spare to that. But don"t overdo the cramming. It"s sometimes a fatal mistake to work early and late till your brain"s utterly exhausted. I did that once myself and missed a scholarship through it. Take an hour at tennis every evening before you go to bed. Exercise is an absolute necessity if you"re to be in form for next week. You"re looking pale, and you mustn"t break down before Monday. Tell your father to buy you a tonic."
Miss Roscoe spoke kindly, more sympathetically indeed than Gwen ever remembered to have heard her before. She had a wide experience with girls, and could estimate their capacities to a nicety. She had chosen her candidates carefully, and would ensure that they were sent in well prepared. So far she had had few failures in public examinations, and every pa.s.s brought extra credit to the school.
Five members of the Form were to take the Senior Oxford; Elspeth Frazer, Edith Arnold, Louise Mawson, and Betty Brierly, being the other four, all of them considerably older than Gwen.
"We call you the five victims!" said Charlotte Perry. "I"m glad I"m out of it. I sang a jubilee last week when Miss Roscoe read the list and my name wasn"t on it."
"There were eight girls sent in last year," said Hilda Browne.
"Yes, and two failed--Majorie Stevens and Daisy Wilson. I don"t think Miss Roscoe has forgiven them yet."
"Oh, dear! I"m afraid she"ll be very down on me then," wailed Gwen.
"I"m a doubtful quant.i.ty!"
"You? Oh, you"ll be all right! She"d never let you try if you weren"t--trust her!" said Charlotte Perry, and the rest agreed.
In spite of her schoolmates" a.s.surances Gwen did not feel at all certain of success, and it was in very blue spirits and a state of woeful apprehension that she betook herself on the fateful sixteenth of July to the Stedburgh Town Hall, which was the local centre for the examination. It was her fifteenth birthday, and it seemed a funny way of celebrating the day. She had been so agitated that morning that she had scarcely been able to realize her presents, except the fountain pen which Father and Beatrice and Winnie had clubbed together to give her, and which she had brought with her to the exam. room.
At her first paper, however, she cheered up a little. It was easier than she had expected, and though one or two questions were beyond her, the rest were well within her capacity. Her new pen flew over the sheets of foolscap, and if she was too nervous to do herself full justice she at least acquitted herself with credit. The time-table only allowed an hour between one and two o"clock for lunch, which was provided for the candidates in a room at the Town Hall. Gwen anxiously compared notes with Elspeth, Edith, Louise, and Betty, as they hastily demolished plates of beef sandwiches and drank tumblers of lemonade.
On the whole she had done as well or even better than they, and she began to cherish hopes.
As the week went on, Gwen, though not daring to be too sanguine, could not help feeling that her papers had reached a fair standard even in her weakest subjects. She had grown so accustomed to the examination room that she was no longer nervous and was able to express the facts she knew at their best advantage.
"There!" she said, when she had at last handed in her final sheets.
"It"s a toss-up whether I"m through or not. I expect it depends on the temper of the examiner who reads my papers. I"ll hope he"ll get his dinner before he tackles them!"
"Your writing"s clear at any rate," said Elspeth. "Mine"s such a scrawl I"m afraid that will be against me. Aren"t you thankful the thing"s over?"
"Thankful hardly expresses my state of bliss."
"It"s rather sickening to have school exams, next week, after all this!" said Louise.
"They"ll seem a mere trifle compared with the Oxford!" declared Gwen.
After the ordeal they had pa.s.sed through in common the candidates were on terms of good comradeship, and with Elspeth Frazer Gwen felt there was a prospect of permanent friendship.
The last days of the term pa.s.sed rapidly away. To Gwen the great event of the school year was over. Though she did her best at them, Rodenhurst examinations were a matter of quite minor importance. She welcomed the breaking-up with intense relief. After the strain of the past few weeks the holidays seemed an imperative necessity. It was delightful to have a complete rest, to idle about in the garden or on the sh.o.r.e, or take long invigorating walks on the moors. It would be five or six weeks before she could hear the result of the Senior Oxford, so she was obliged to endure the suspense as best she could.
In the meantime something happened--something so very unexpected and extraordinary that for a time it almost put even her examinations in the shade. It was Beatrice who told her the good news. Lately Beatrice had begun to treat Gwen as one of the grown-up members of the household, and to include her in their discussions of family affairs.
"It seems almost too wonderful to believe," said Beatrice. "Old Mr.
Sutton has resigned his inc.u.mbency of North Ditton, and do you know the living is to be divided, and Skelwick, Basingwold, Hethersedge, and Rigby are all to be one big new parish by themselves. And who"s to be Vicar, do you think?"
"Not Dad?" gasped Gwen incredulously.
"Yes. It has been formally offered to him, and he"s going to accept it. Oh! and, Gwen, the funny part is, do you know, that queer old gentleman you met upon the wold turns out to be Sir Benjamin Hazlett, the patron of the living."
"He didn"t look like a Sir Anything!" exclaimed Gwen. "He was the oddest, shabbiest, crankiest old fellow, and so inquisitive!"
"I hear he"s very eccentric, and of course one sees now why he asked so many questions. He"d actually never been at Skelwick before, although he"s the patron, and n.o.body here in the village knew him. He told the bishop you"d suggested dividing the parish!"
"I!" shrieked Gwen, "I wouldn"t have dared to suggest such a thing. I only said it would be nice."
"Well, you put it into his head, anyway. He said the idea had never occurred to him before, and he saw at once its extreme advisability.
He talked it over with the bishop, and they both agreed it ought to be done. I suppose he came to church that evening to hear Dad preach, and judge for himself what he was capable of."
"He evidently liked him. But who wouldn"t?" returned Gwen. "Then Dad has refused Rawtenbeck?"