The Leader of the Lower School: A Tale of School Life — John Shaqi
The Leader of the Lower School: A Tale of School LifeBrazil, Angela
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The Leader of the Lower School: A Tale of School Life
Brazil, Angela
Girls -- Conduct of life -- Juvenile fiction; Schools -- Juvenile fiction
It certainly was a cab, just an ordinary station four-wheeler, with a
box on the top of it, bearing the initials G. L. painted in large white
letters. As the vehicle came nearer they could see a girl's face inside,
and--yes, she apparently caught sight of the row of heads peering out
of the window, for she smiled and turned to somebody else who sat beside
her. There was a grinding of wheels on the gravel, the cab drew up at
the steps, the door opened, and out hopped a dark-haired damsel in a
long blue coat. She gave one hurried glance at the window, smiled again
and waved her hand, then vanished inside the porch, where she was
instantly followed by her companion, a middle-aged gentleman, who
carried a bag. The cabman began to take down the box, and the sound of
the front door bell could be heard plainly--a loud and vigorous peal,
forsooth--enough almost to break the wire! The six Juniors subsided into
their sitting-room. Here, at least, was something happening.
"Who is she?"
"Where's she come from?"
"Is she a new girl?"
"Haven't heard of anybody new coming. Have you?"
"She looks jolly."
"I hope she's going to stay."
"I say, let's go downstairs and ask if anyone knows anything about her,"
said Hetty Hancock, suiting her action to her words, and hurrying out of
the room with her five schoolmates following close at her heels. But
nobody knew; not even the Seniors could give the least information.
Indeed, the six who had seen the newcomer from the window had the
advantage, for none of the others had witnessed the arrival. The girls
were consumed with curiosity. A scout, who ventured ten steps into the
forbidden territory of the front hall, came back and reported that
talking could be heard in the drawing-room.
"A big, deep voice, like a man's, and Poppie's saying 'Yes'. I daren't
stop more than a second; but somebody's there, you may be sure of that.
And the box is standing in the vestibule too."
"I believe she's come to stay!" said Dilys.
"The cab's waiting at the door still, though," objected Norah Bell. "She
may be going back in it."
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