The Fortunes of Philippa: A School StoryBrazil, Angela
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The Fortunes of Philippa: A School Story
Brazil, Angela
Girls -- Juvenile fiction; Schools -- England -- Juvenile fiction
I was not better by the evening; my hands were burning hot, and my head
felt so unusually light that I could scarcely recognize the many people
who seemed to come in and out of my room. I knew that when I asked for
water Miss Buller was always ready with the glass in her hand, I thought
once that Cathy was sobbing quietly behind the curtain of my bed, and I
am certain that Mrs. Marshall never left me all night.
"It is a decided case of nervous breakdown, due to overwork," I heard
the doctor saying. "You must keep her very quiet, and I will see her
again in the morning."
There were no more lessons for me that term. As soon as I was well
enough to travel Aunt Agatha took me herself for a fortnight to
Brighton, where the restful uneventful days and the invigorating
sea-breezes soon brought back the roses to my cheeks, and gave me
untroubled sleep and peaceful dreams at night. I think this episode, and
something which the doctor had said, must have caused Mrs. Marshall
seriously to reconsider the rules of the school and the hours of our
work. She was a sensible woman, most conscientious over our well-being,
and ever ready to adopt new ideas if she believed them to be better than
the old ones. When I returned to school at the beginning of the next
term, I found that our time-table was completely changed. The hours of
work were considerably relaxed, and instead of the stupid walks up and
down the high-road, we were taken almost daily rambles over the hills or
in the beautiful woods by the river. Miss Percy had mysteriously
disappeared, and her place was filled by a new teacher who was fond of
natural history, and who encouraged us to find specimens of stones,
leaves, or flowers, explaining them with so much enthusiasm that the
stupidest girl could not fail to be interested. The new scheme answered
well; the extra time given to outdoor recreation was not wasted, for we
went back to our books with fresh zeal; and I think we really got
through as much work as we had done before, if not in the actual number
of pages learnt, at any rate in the amount we remembered afterwards.
CHAPTER X
A PICNIC AND AN ADVENTURE
"Beneath the trees we'll have one day
Of frolicsome employment,
And birds shall sing and winds shall blow
To help us to enjoyment."
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