Then there was Beatrice, who always seemed ready to find fault, and think the worst of her. She would almost as soon let Miss Roscoe know as Beatrice! No, at all costs the episode of that afternoon must be kept a strict secret. She dared not confide it even to Winnie or Lesbia. She must take the burden on her own shoulders, and get out of the sc.r.a.pe as best she could alone. Netta had a.s.sumed the leadership of the affair, so to Netta she turned for counsel and comfort.
"What"s the next move?" she asked.
"Why, we must go to Parker"s directly school"s over, and take the parcel with us."
"I shall miss the bus!"
"You can"t help that; you must catch the next."
"I shall have to dodge Winnie and Lesbia."
"Dodge them, then, and make up some excuse for missing the bus. You can say I kept you."
"How much do you think the china will cost?"
"I haven"t the least idea; it depends how much is broken."
"Netta, you won"t tell a soul about this, will you?"
"Tell! Am I likely to tell? No, you and I are in the same boat, and we must shield each other. I wouldn"t trust anybody in the school. One never knows how things are talked about and get round from the most unlikely quarters. Whatever happens, this mustn"t reach Miss Roscoe"s ears."
The motor omnibus started at 4.20, and as a rule the Gascoynes had quite a scramble to rush off and catch it. To-day Gwen managed to avoid Winnie and Lesbia, and waiting until they were safely off the premises, she went with Netta to the pantry. Emma was not there, but they found the parcel behind the door and appropriated it, Gwen hiding it carefully under her waterproof. Parker"s china store was in the princ.i.p.al street of the town, nearly a quarter of an hour"s walk from Rodenhurst. When the girls arrived there, several customers were in the shop, so that they had to wait a little before anyone could attend to them.
"You speak to him--I don"t know what to say!" whispered Gwen, thrusting the parcel into Netta"s hand, as an a.s.sistant at last came to serve them.
Netta had any amount of presence of mind, and did not at all object to be spokeswoman. She rapidly explained that they had had an accident, and were anxious to replace some broken articles at their own expense.
The shopman opened the box, and pulling out the shavings in which the china was packed, laid the various pieces upon the counter. The girls were aghast at the extent of the damage. Several cups were smashed to atoms, the teapot had lost its lid, and the cream jug its handle.
"Have you any more like them?" asked Netta anxiously.
"Fortunately we have, miss," replied the a.s.sistant. "It is a pattern we usually keep in stock, and--yes, I can match them all. I can repack the box and send it out by the six-o"clock van."
Gwen heaved a great sigh of relief. Miss Roscoe would receive her parcel that night, and would be no wiser for what had happened.
"We shall be very glad if you will do that," she said. "And will you please tell us what we have to pay extra?"
The man took the bill which had been enclosed in the box and rapidly glanced over the items.
"Let me see--teapot, cream jug, three cups, four plates--the sugar basin is all right--ah! but this saucer is cracked! Sixteen and six, seventeen and nine--it will be exactly one pound two and sixpence, please."
Gwen felt ready to sink through the floor. She had very little notion of the value of things, and could hardly believe that china cost so much. She looked blankly and helplessly at Netta, who after a moment"s pause met the emergency.
"We haven"t the money with us this afternoon, I"m afraid, but we"ll bring it to-morrow without fail. Will that do?"
"Yes, thank you, miss, I dare say it will be all right if you give me the name."
"Miss Gwen Gascoyne," said Netta promptly.
"At Rodenhurst, I suppose?"
"Yes."
That ended the transaction, so the two girls left the shop.
"Well, Gwen, my child, you"ve let yourself in for a nice little bill!"
laughed Netta, when they found themselves in the street.
"It"s impossible! I can"t pay it!" gasped Gwen, with hot tears trickling down her cheeks. "What am I to do?"
"Turn along this quiet road immediately, and don"t stand mopping your eyes in the middle of High Street! Everybody"s staring at you. I believe the policeman"s going to ask if you"re lost!"
And seizing her schoolmate by the arm, Netta hustled her away from the unwelcome attention which she was attracting. The road led to the promenade, where the girls found an unoccupied bench, and sat down to talk matters over.
"One pound two and sixpence!" e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed Gwen, with a sob between the words.
"And five shillings we promised Emma, so that makes twenty-seven and six," agreed Netta briskly. "Of course it was you who broke the china, so it"s your business to pay for it, but I"ll go shares in squaring Emma."
"I can"t--I can"t ever pay it! Oh, I wish I was at the bottom of the sea!" wailed Gwen.
"Don"t be an idiot! It must be managed somehow. How much have you got at home?"
"I"ve about fifteen shillings in my money-box."
"Well, look here, I"ll lend you ten, and that will just do it. We"ll each give Emma half a crown to make her hold her tongue, and we"ll settle up Parker, and then the thing will be done with. You may pay me back as soon as you can."
"You"re a white angel!"
"No, I"m not. I"m anything but a saintly person. I"m ready to help a chum out of a hole, though. I"ll bring the money to school with me to-morrow morning. And now, for goodness sake, do wipe your eyes, and put your hat on straight, and try and make yourself look respectable enough to walk down the promenade. I want to go home."
"So do I," said Gwen. "What"s the time? I mustn"t miss the next bus."
"It"s twenty past five."
"Oh, horrors! And the bus goes at half-past! Can I possibly catch it?"
"I"ll say goodbye if you"re going to pelt along the promenade. I hate rushing."
"Goodbye! And thank you a hundred thousand times!"
It was only as Gwen was scurrying along the asphalted walk that it struck her that, after all, Netta was getting rather easily out of the sc.r.a.pe. Of course she, Gwen, had knocked over the box of china, but it was Netta who had taken her into Miss Roscoe"s room, and who was therefore in a sense responsible for the whole affair. Well, she was glad enough to find help on any terms; she did not know how she was going to repay Netta the money, but that might wait. It was sufficient for the present that the tea set could be replaced without any fear of discovery. She hurried breathlessly on, fearing to miss the omnibus; taking any short cuts she knew, and breaking into a run when she reached the Ditton Road. She could see the omnibus standing at its starting-place, and hoped it might be just possible to arrive in time.
As she tore along the footpath, she noticed a boy a few yards in front of her who was running equally quickly, or even faster.
"I wonder if he"s trying to catch it too?" she thought, and envied his longer legs and freedom from hampering skirts. "Oh! it"s actually going! What a shame!"
The boy made a spurt, and shouted and whistled after the retreating omnibus, but it was not of the slightest avail; neither the conductor nor the driver took any notice. Realizing the hopelessness of his efforts, the boy stopped and saw Gwen, who came panting up.
"No use, it"s gone too far!" he exclaimed. "It"s an atrocious swindle!
Those men never look. I suppose you were trying to catch it too?"