Etheldreda the Ready: A School StoryVaizey, George de Horne, Mrs.
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Etheldreda the Ready: A School Story
Vaizey, George de Horne, Mrs.
Girls -- Conduct of life -- Juvenile fiction; Schools -- Juvenile fiction
The door opened; the photographs looked mistier than ever; Miss
Bretherton's voice sounded from an immense distance, saying in cheery
tones:
"Now I am going to take you upstairs to see your room, Etheldreda.
Susan Webster and Nancy West will share it with you. Susan you know
already--a delightful girl; and Nancy is equally charming. Most of the
girls returned last night, but we have not yet settled into regular
work: it takes a little time to arrange the classes. Are your boots
quite clean? Better rub them once more on the mat! Pupils are not
allowed to ascend the staircase in outdoor shoes."
She led the way forward, while Dreda followed, looking about with
curious eyes. The carpet lasted only so long as the stair could be seen
from the hall beneath, and was then replaced by oil-cloth, worn to a
colourless drab by the tramp of many feet. On the first storey a narrow
passage ran the whole length of the house, and innumerable doors seemed
to open on each side. The murmur of voices could be heard from within,
as one passed these closed portals; but one of the number, labelled
Number 5, was not quite shut, and Dreda had a shrewd suspicion that it
opened an inch or two wide as she passed by. Probably it gave entrance
to the room from which faces had stared out on the drive; probably the
same curious faces were peering forth through that crack at this very
moment.
The bedroom bore a bleak look, despite the fact that the furniture was
all in threes--three narrow beds, three washstands, three chests of
drawers--topped by miniature mirrors--and three small cane-seated
chairs. Each of the three inmates had a portion of the room to herself,
and against the wall stood two folding screens, evidently designed to
insure privacy. Dreda noted with dismay that the two ends of the room,
the one next the window and the one next the door, already bore signs of
occupation. Her brow clouded, and instead of the usual polite remarks
of approval, out shot an impetuous question:
"Have I to take the middle? I'd rather have an end!"
"Susan and Nancy have occupied the same beds for the last year. All are
equally comfortable."
"There ought to be three screens. I want two to shut myself in.
Suppose one of the others didn't want hers up!"
"Why suppose disagreeables, my dear? It is a great mistake. I feel
sure your companions will consider your comfort as thoughtfully as their
own. Hang your jacket on the pegs; then you can come to your classroom,
to be introduced to your companions. Take off your hat."
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