When Irma's parcel arrived the next day her room-mates, having played
their joke upon her, had the grace to be nice and to admire the new
frock, which was a charming creation in blue, and suited its owner
admirably. They went out of their way to be pleasant about it, and
Avelyn lent a hair ribbon which exactly matched the shade of colour,
while Laura offered a chain of Venetian beads. They all felt, as they
dressed for the festival, that if Irma's costume eclipsed the rest of
them, she deserved her little triumph for keeping her temper.
"It's a shame to have to put a coat over it," said Ethelberga.
"Well, she certainly can't stand outside in the cold with only that thin
dress on," decreed Laura.
The ceremony was to take place at three o'clock, and shortly before
that hour all the school, in hats and coats, were marshalled outside to
the spot where the new hall was to be erected. It was a cold, grey
January afternoon, with one or two snowflakes floating down, and
everybody stood and shivered. Some of the invited guests were keeping
warm in the house, and others strolled out to the scene of action. The
girls, drawn up in line, nodded and smiled to many friends from the
town. They were cold, and impatient for the proceedings to begin.
Waiting is weary work on a January afternoon. Their talk, which at first
had been low and subdued, began to buzz, and rose higher and higher.
"What a disgraceful noise!" said Adah. "It's all those wretched
Hawthorners. If Miss Thompson brings out the Bishop while all this
clamour is going on she'll be thoroughly ashamed of the school. Less
noise, girls! Do you hear?"
The girls heard perfectly well, but they did not heed, and the hum of
unrestrained conversation continued. Adah waxed desperate.
"This can't go on! It mustn't!" she said indignantly.
She thought for a moment, then took an extreme measure. She walked up to
Annie Broadside, and confronted her with flashing eyes.
"You're a prefect! If you've any influence with your old crew, why don't
you stop this din? It's a disgrace to Silverside! I've said what I can!"
Annie looked astonished, but for once she fell in with the head girl's
suggestion. Passing along the lines, she commanded silence, and she was
obeyed. Where Adah had failed to restore order, she succeeded. At that
moment the house door opened, and Miss Thompson appeared, ushering out
the Bishop--a reverend figure in gaiters--and followed by the mistresses
and a number of guests. A dead hush fell upon the school, and all eyes
were fixed at attention.
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