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
"Couldn't have kept my face a moment longer!" she choked to one or two
friends who were waiting for her. "Oh, you should have seen me as the
penitent! I think I did the thing rather neatly."
"You mad hatter! I wonder Helen didn't see you were shamming," said
Hetty.
"No, no! She's been improving my mind and showing me the path I ought to
walk in. How would you like me if I turned out a first-class prig?"
"It couldn't be done. Come along, you wild gipsy thing! Do you want the
monitresses to come out and catch you? You'll get into a really big
scrape some day if you're not careful."
"Some people are born wise and proper, and some are born otherwise. I'm
one of the otherwise! It's my misfortune, not my fault," laughed Gipsy,
as Lennie and Hetty dragged her forcibly away.
Gipsy's wild spirits were undoubtedly liable to lead her beyond the
bounds of propriety, and both mistresses and monitresses were inclined,
justly or unjustly, to suspect that she was at the bottom of any
mischief that cropped up in the school. One incident, though shrouded in
mystery, was generally laid by Miss Poppleton as a sin to her charge. In
the upper corridor, not very far from Gipsy's dormitory, hung a long
chain which sounded a fire bell. The boarders at Briarcroft were
instructed in fire drill, though a night summons was generally only
given in summertime, as Miss Poppleton was afraid of the girls catching
cold. Gipsy had read the printed card of "Directions in case of Fire",
and had examined the chute with intense interest.
"I'd just love to go sliding down it out of our bedroom window," she
exclaimed. "It would be almost as much fun as toboganning."
"Rather freezing work on these sharp nights. There was ice on the
puddles this morning," said Dilys. "No fire-drill practice for me, thank
you! I prefer to stop snug in bed."
"You've no spirit of adventure in you," returned Gipsy.
"I've got sound common sense instead, and that's what you don't possess,
Yankee Doodle!"
"All the same, that summons is going to come off, by hook or by crook!"
said Gipsy to herself. "It would be a kindness to the school to give it
a chance to see whether it's prepared for emergencies. Gipsy Latimer, I
guess you'll have to be the philanthropist! But you've no need to flaunt
your noble deed. 'Do good by stealth, and blush to find it fame', in
fact."
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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