The New Girl at St. Chad's - A Story of School Life

Angela Brazil

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• Publié par: aprae
• Publié le: 08 décembre 2010
• Nombre de lectures: 17
• Langue: English

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The Project Gutenberg EBook of The New Girl at St. Chad's, by Angela Brazil This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere at no cost and with almost no restrictions whatsoever. You may copy it, give it away or re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org Title: The New Girl at St. Chad's A Story of School Life Author: Angela Brazil Illustrator: John Campbell Release Date: December 24, 2007 [EBook #24025] Language: English Character set encoding: ISO-8859-1 *** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK THE NEW GIRL AT ST. CHAD'S *** Produced by Suzanne Shell and the Online Distributed Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net A CHANCE FOR RETALIATION T h e N e w G i r l A Story of School Life By ANGELA BRAZIL Author of "A Fourth Form Friendship" "The Manor House School" "The Nicest Girl in the School" &c. ILLUSTRATED BY JOHN CAMPBELL BLACKIE AND SON LIMITED LONDON GLASGOW AND BOMBAY 1912 Contents C HAP. I. H ONOR INTRODUCES H ERSELF II. H ONOR'S H OME III. THE WEARING OF THE GREEN IV. JANIE'S C HARGE V. A R IDING LESSON VI. THE LOWER THIRD VII. ST. HAD'S C OCCASION ELEBRATES AN C PAGE 9 25 39 57 75 93 106 126 138 150 166 182 199 212 227 243 258 271 VIII. A MYSTERIOUS H APPENING IX. D IAMOND CUT D IAMOND X. H ONOR FINDS FAVOUR XI. A R ELAPSE XII. ST. KOLGAN'S ABBEY XIII. MISS MAITLAND'S WINDOW XIV. A STOLEN MEETING XV. SENT TO C OVENTRY XVI. A R ASH STEP XVII. JANIE TURNS D ETECTIVE XVIII. THE END OF THE TERM Illustrations Page A C HANCE FOR R ETALIATION Frontispiece 146 H ONOR CNCLUDES THE O PURCHASE OF FIREFLY AN NTERVIEW W M I ITH ISS C AVENDISH THE LIBERATION OF PETE 33 54 96 AN U NLUCKY ESCAPADE "STARTLED BY THE VOICES, SHE JUMPED UP" 209 253 Transcriber's Note: This incomplete, as printed: sentence is "Where did you get it, Flossie?" enquired THE NEW GIRL AT ST. CHAD'S CHAPTER I Honor Introduces Herself "Any new girls?" It was Madge Summers who asked the question, seated on the right-hand corner of Maisie Talbot's bed, munching caramels. It was a very small bed, but at that moment it managed to accommodate no less than seven of Maisie's most particular friends, who were closely watching the progress of her unpacking, and discussing the latest school news, interspersed with remarks on her belongings. Maisie extricated herself from the depths of her box, and handed a pile of stockings to Lettice, her younger sister. "What's the use of asking me?" she replied. "Our cab only drove up half an hour ago. I feel almost new myself yet." "So do I, and horribly in the blues too," said Pauline Reynolds. "It's always a wrench to leave home. I'm perfectly miserable for at least three days at the beginning of each term. I feel as if——" "Oh, don't all begin to expatiate about your feelings!" broke in Chatty Burns. "We know Pauline's symptoms only too well: the first day she shows aggressively red eyes and a damp pocket-handkerchief; the second day she writes lengthy letters home, begging to be allowed to return immediately and have lessons with a private governess; the third day she wanders about, trying to get sympathy from anyone who is weak- day she wanders about, trying to get sympathy from anyone who is weakminded enough to listen to her, till in desperation somebody drags her into the playground, and makes her have a round at hockey. That cheers her up, and she begins to think life isn't quite such a desert. By the fourth morning she has recovered her spirits, and come to the conclusion that Chessington College is a very decent kind of place; and she begins to be alarmed lest her mother, on the strength of the pathetic letter, should have decided to let her leave at once, and should have already engaged a private governess." "You're most unsympathetic, Chatty!" said Pauline, smiling in spite of herself. "You don't know what it is to be home-sick." "I wouldn't parade such a woebegone face, whatever might be the depths of my misery," returned Chatty briskly. "I'm always glad to come back," declared Dorothy Arkwright. "I like school. It's fun to meet everybody again, and arrange about cricket, and the Debating Society, and the Natural History Club. There's so much going on at St. Chad's." "No one has answered my question yet," remarked Madge Summers. "Are there any new girls?" Chatty wriggled herself into a more comfortable position between Adeline Vaughan and Ruth Latimer. "I think there are about a dozen altogether. Vivian Holmes says there are four at St. Bride's, three at St. Aldwyth's, two at the School House, and two at St. Hilary's. I saw one of them arriving at the same time as I did, and Miss Cavendish was gushing over another in the library; and Marian Spencer has brought a sister—she introduced her to me just now." "But what about St. Chad's?" "We've only one, I believe, though Flossie Taylor, the Hammond-Smiths' cousin, has moved here from St. Bride's. She was always destined for a Chaddite, you know, only there wasn't room for her till the Richardsons left." "She's no great acquisition," said Dorothy Arkwright. "I hate girls to change their quarters. When once they start at a house, they ought to stick to it." "Well, she wants to be with her cousins, I suppose," put in Madge Summers. "Who's our new girl?" "I don't know. I haven't heard anything about her." "Perhaps she hasn't arrived yet." "Sh! Sh!" said Pauline Reynolds, squeezing Madge's arm by way of remonstrance, and pointing to the closely-drawn curtains of the cubicle at the farther end of the room. "She's here now." "Where?" "There, you goose!" "What has she shut herself up like that for?" "How should I know?" "Perhaps she's unpacking," suggested Dorothy Arkwright. "If she is, she'll finish it quicker than Lettice and I can," returned Maisie Talbot. "Why can't you be hanging up some of those skirts, instead of sitting staring at me? Yes, this is a whole box of Edinburgh rock, but you shan't have a single piece, any of you, unless you get off my bed at once." "Poor old Maisie, don't grow excited!" murmured Ruth Latimer, appropriating the box and handing it round, though no one attempted to move. "But look here! what about this new girl?" persisted Madge. "Hasn't anybody seen her?" "No. She's been in there ever since she arrived." "Don't talk so loud; she'll hear you." "I don't care if she does." "I want to know what she's doing." "I can tell you, then," said Chatty Burns, in a whisper that was more audible by far than her ordinary voice. "What?" "Crying! New girls always cry, and some old ones too, if you take Pauline as a specimen." "I'm not crying now!" protested Pauline indignantly. "And how can you tell that the new girl is?" "I'm as certain as if I'd proved a proposition in Euclid. Why should she have drawn her curtains so closely? If she's not lying on her bed, with a clean pocket-handkerchief to her eyes, I'll give you six caramels in exchange for three peppermint creams!" "Then you're just mistaken!" cried a voice from the end cubicle. The chintz curtain was pulled aside, and out marched a figure with so jaunty an air as to banish utterly the idea of possible homesickness or tears. It was a girl of about fifteen, a remarkably pretty girl (so her schoolmates decided, without an instant's hesitation), and rather out of the common. She had a clear, olive complexion, a lovely colour in her cheeks, a bewitching pair of dimples, and a perfect colt's mane of thick, curly, brown hair. Perhaps her nose was a little too tip-tilted, and her mouth a trifle too wide for absolute beauty; but she showed such a nice row of even, white teeth when she laughed that one could overlook the latter deficiency. Her teeth when she laughed that one could overlook the latter deficiency. Her eyes were beyond praise, large and grey, with a dark line round the iris, and shaded by long lashes; and they were so soft, and wistful, and winning, and yet so twinkling and full of fun, that they seemed as if they could compel admiration, and make friends with their first glance. The girl walked across the room in an easy, confident fashion, and stood, with a broad smile on her face, beaming at the seven others seated on Maisie's bed. "Why shouldn't I pull my curtains?" she asked. "If I'd been pulling faces, now, you might have had some cause for complaint. You look rather a nice set; I think I'm going to like you." The girls were so surprised that they could only stare. It seemed reversing the usual order of things for a new-comer, who ought to be shy and confused, to be so absolutely and entirely self-possessed, and to pass judgment with such calm assurance upon these old members of St. Chad's, some of whom were already in their third year at Chessington College. "Perhaps I'd better introduce myself," continued the stranger. "My name is Honor Fitzgerald, and I come from Kilmore, near Ballycroghan, in County Kerry." "Then you're Irish!" gasped Chatty Burns. "Quite right. First class for geography! County Kerry is exactly in the bottom left-hand corner of the map of Ireland. It's a more hospitable place than this is. I've been here nearly two hours, and nobody has offered me any refreshments yet. I'm simply starving!" She looked so humorously and suggestively at the Edinburgh rock that Madge Summers promptly offered it to her, regardless of the fact that the box belonged to Maisie Talbot. "Come along here," said Ruth Latimer, trying to make a place for the new girl on the bed by pushing the others vigorously nearer the end. "No room unless I sit on your knee, while you get up and walk about," declared Honor. "There! I knew you would!" as Madge Summers fell with a crash on to the floor. "Seven little schoolgirls, eating sugar sticks; One tumbled overboard, and then there were six!" "Thank you. I think I prefer to 'take the chair', as the dentist says. There only seems to be one in each cubicle, but as I'm the visitor——" "Take care!" screamed Maisie. "My clean blouses!" "What am I d