"Well, my little dears, it"s extremely simple, but a work of genius all the same. Genius always is simple, I believe! Behold my mapping book with its virgin page. Behold also this spotless piece of blotting paper. I turn it over, and hey, presto! a transformation. Here"s my map, nicely done in pencil, with all the names marked. Nothing to do but copy it, you see. At the least approach of danger I turn it with its most innocent side up."
The girls sn.i.g.g.e.red their admiration. Gwen could not approve, but she did not protest. It was not her business to preach, so she told herself. As long as she did her own work honestly, she could not begin her career in the Fifth by a.s.suming the very character she had just denied. Minna and Annie, inspired by Netta"s brilliant idea, were copying the map on to pieces of blotting paper as fast as they could.
"It wouldn"t be a bad plan to trace it the wrong way, and then rub it off like a transfer," suggested Millicent.
"Just a little too clever, most astute one! Grinnie comes round to look, and she"d think you"d got on too quickly, and want to know the reason why. You"re bright, Millicent Cooper, but you"re not far-seeing."
"You"ll get caught yourself some time," said Millicent.
"True, O Queen! But I"ll have somewhat in the shape of a run first,"
laughed Netta.
Gwen felt rather indignant as she began her map drawing. She hated cheating, and it seemed very unjust that Netta and the others should win credit for what was not fairly their own work.
"Winnie"s not half sharp enough," she thought. "If it were Beatrice, now, there isn"t a girl in the room would dare to try any tricks."
Possibly even Winnie had her suspicions. She kept a watchful eye on the Form, and made an occasional tour round the desks. Netta was extremely cautious, but all the same her attention to her blotting paper was rather conspicuous.
"Netta Goodwin, hand me your mapping book!"
Netta started in some confusion at the abrupt order, and dropped both mapbook and blotting paper on to the floor. Gwen, equally startled, moved her hand hastily and sent her book spinning after the other. It was a complete accident, but one by which Netta did not hesitate to profit. Under the shelter of the desk she rapidly subst.i.tuted Gwen"s piece of blotting paper for her own, then pa.s.sed up the book with an air of sangfroid truly heroic in the eyes of Annie, Minna, and Millicent. Miss Gascoyne examined the pages carefully, but finding nothing incriminating, supposed she had been mistaken. Netta might be the chief sinner of the Form, certainly, but she was not invariably at fault.
"She thought I was as innocent as Mary"s little lamb!" laughed that damsel afterwards. "You were a trump, Gwen, to help me. It was a smart notion of yours to drop your book too. You did it so promptly!" Then putting her arm round Gwen"s neck she whispered: "I helped you when you were in a tight hole, and I"m glad to see you"re going to stand by me. I shall always count upon you in future."
So thus it happened that almost in spite of herself Gwen became Netta"s ally, pledged to support her on all occasions. She was afraid to risk a quarrel lest Netta should press for the return of the ten shillings she had lent. The debt felt a millstone round her neck, from which there was no immediate chance of relief. Netta"s particular clique of friends, proving Gwen safe, included her in their special set, a compromising arrangement which seemed nevertheless inevitable.
The girls did not really mean much harm, but they were silly and flippant, and enjoyed evading rules simply for the fun of the thing.
Netta loved to show off before the others, and because she found Miss Gascoyne an easier victim than Miss Douglas, she kept most of her sallies for the junior teacher. She could estimate to a nicety the fine distinction between giving trouble and open defiance. She never actually overstepped the line, but she contrived to make matters very unpleasant for poor Winnie. It was her boast that she could always raise a spark out of Miss Gascoyne, and her admirers were ready to t.i.tter in sympathy.
Winnie, mindful of her position as teacher, never mentioned school affairs to Gwen; but one day Beatrice tackled the latter on the subject.
"I hear you"ve struck up a friendship with Netta Goodwin," she began.
"I"m very surprised, for she doesn"t seem a nice sort of girl."
"She"s the only one who"s been kind to me," returned Gwen, up in arms at once at Beatrice"s tone.
"Indeed! Well, I wouldn"t be too much with her if I were you. I"m afraid she"s anything but desirable."
"Who said I was much with her? Has Winnie been telling tales about me?"
"Don"t be nasty, Gwen. You know Winnie never tells."
"There"s no particular harm in Netta," protested Gwen, taking up the cudgels for her schoolmate out of sheer contrariness. "She"s only rather lively and funny. I suppose that"s no great crime."
"Are you sure Father would like her?"
"Dad doesn"t know her, so I can"t pretend to say what he"d think of her," retorted Gwen, shuffling out of the matter with what she knew was a lame excuse.
CHAPTER VI
A Casting Vote
Gwen had not been prepared to find the Fifth exactly a bed of roses, therefore she was hardly surprised at the thorns which beset her new path. In spite of the extra teaching from Miss Woodville, she found the work of the Form extremely difficult, especially in mathematics.
There was a whole book of Euclid theorem which she had not been through, and the consequence was that every other problem had some little point proved by a theorem of which she had never heard. It was a most decided stumblingblock. It is possible to sit and look at a problem for hours without getting any further if there is just one statement of whose existence one is not aware. More than once Gwen had to hand in a blank page, and felt very humiliated at the meaning glances which pa.s.sed between Rachel Hunter and Edith Arnold. Neither of these was yet reconciled to Gwen"s presence in the Form. Rachel, mindful of her own delayed promotion to the Upper School, persisted in regarding her as an "intruding kid", and Edith could not forgive her intimacy with Netta Goodwin. Manifold small slights and snubs fell to Gwen"s share, and though she affected to make light of them, they hurt all the same. She knew that under happier auspices she might have been friendly with Hilda Browne, Iris Watson, Louise Mawson, and several others of whom Father would have approved, and whom, with his entire sanction, she might have invited occasionally to the Parsonage.
She was aware that she was in the worst set in the Form, and that not one of her new chums would pa.s.s muster if judged according to her home standards.
"I can"t ever ask them, that"s all," she declared. "Annie"s giggles would give Beatrice a fit, Millicent puts on side horribly, Minna would probably make fun of everything, Claire Harris is absolutely vulgar, and as for Netta--no! Dad mustn"t see Netta on any account."
Another not unexpected trouble had fallen to Gwen"s share. As a member of the Upper Fourth she had, at the beginning of the term, been chosen Junior Basket-ball Captain, to arrange Lower School team games and matches, and she had worked very hard to get things going. On her promotion, however, it had been a greatly discussed point whether she should resign or finish the season. Some of the Upper Fourth, knowing how much was due to Gwen"s exertions, had been anxious for her to retain her post, but on the whole the popular verdict was against her.
To Gwen"s disgust, her old friends, Eve Dawkins and Alma Richardson, were the loudest in her disfavour, and it was chiefly owing to their eloquence that she was requested to resign. She had been proud of her captaincy, and to give it up was a wrench. There seemed nothing at all in her new Form to compensate for the loss, and sometimes she wished heartily that she had never been moved.
The present excitement in the Fifth was a "Literary and Dramatic Club", the members of which intended to act a piece at Christmas. It was a rather cliquish society, worked with more favour than fairness, and was princ.i.p.ally among those girls whose homes lay near to the school.
"They stay behind at four o"clock to rehea.r.s.e," explained Netta. "It"s really only among about half a dozen."
"Are you in it?" queried Gwen.
"I, my dear child? Hardly! You don"t imagine the high and mighty Iris Watson would ask yours truly? Saints and sinners don"t mix in this Form, if you please!"
"Do you mean to tell me the whole thing is in the hands of Iris and a few others?"
"With your usual astuteness you"ve hit the nail on the head."
"But that"s monstrously unfair!" exclaimed Gwen indignantly. "A Dramatic Club ought to be for the whole Form. Everybody ought to have an innings, in the name of common justice."
Netta shrugged her shoulders.
"I don"t want to act with Iris and Edith and Louise, thank you! A pleasant performance it would be! They may keep their precious piece to themselves, so far as I"m concerned."
"But that"s not the point," persisted Gwen. "It"s the fairness of the thing I"m talking about. One set has no right to monopolize everything."
"It is sickening, certainly."
"It"s worse than sickening, it"s intolerable, and I"m going to make a stand against it."
"You can try if you like, but you needn"t expect success."
When Gwen had a cause to champion, she was ready for a fight, even on the losing side. One of her characteristics was a strong sense of justice, and here, she considered, was a distinct case of oppression.
She thought over her plan of campaign, and decided that she would ask to be admitted to the Dramatic Club. Next morning, accordingly, she approached the five or six girls who const.i.tuted that society.
"Want to join our Dramatic Club!" exclaimed Louise Mawson almost incredulously. "I dare say you do!"
"But you won"t!" said Hilda Browne quickly.
"Cheek!" e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed Rachel Hunter.