"You will find out for yourself when you get there."
"Dear me!" said Kathleen; "you look as if the deluge was coming."
"And so it is," said Alice.
She had finished dressing by now, and she went out of the room. The two
girls went down to breakfast. Alice's face was still full of an awful
suppressed knowledge, which she would not let out to any one; but Mrs.
Tennant was smiling and looking just as usual, and the boys were as
fond of Kathleen as was their wont. She had completely won their
immature masculine hearts, and they invariably sat one on each side of
her at meals, helped her to the best the table contained, and fussed
over her in a way that pleased her young majesty. Kathleen was very glad
that morning to get the boys' attention. She determined to sit with her
back slightly turned to Alice, in order not to look into her face. They
were about half-way through breakfast when there came a ring at the
front-door, and Cassandra Weldon's voice was heard.
Alice went out to her. The two girls kept whispering together in the
passage. Presently Alice returned to the breakfast-room, and Kathleen
now noticed that her eyes were red, as though she had just been
indulging in a bout of crying.
"What can be the matter?" she thought.
"Why, my dear Alice," said her mother, looking up at this moment, "what
did Cassandra want? And what is the matter with you? Have you had bad
news?"
"Yes, mother," answered Alice.
"But what is it, dear?"
"You will know soon enough, mother."
"That is exactly what you said to me upstairs," said Kathleen, driven
desperate by Alice's manner. "I do wish you would speak out.--Do get her
to speak out, Mrs. Tennant. She hints at something awful going to happen
at school to-day. I declare I won't go if it is as bad as that."
"It would be like you not to come," said Alice. "But I think you will
come. I don't think you will be allowed to be absent."
"Allowed!" said Kathleen. "Who is going to prevent me staying away from
school if I wish to?"
"The vote of the majority," said Alice very firmly. "Now, look here,
Kathleen; don't make a fuss. It is wrong for the girls of the Great
Shirley School to absent themselves without due reason."
"Well, I have a headache. I had one last night."
"No, you had not."
"Alice, dear, why do you speak to Kathleen like that?" said her mother.
"What is the matter with you?--Kathleen, do keep your temper.--Alice, I
am sorry something has annoyed you so much."
"It is past speaking about, mother. You will understand all too
soon.--Kathleen, it is time for us to be going."
"I am not going," said Kathleen, "so there!"
"Kathleen, you are."
"No."
"Come, Kathleen; come."
"You needn't fuss about me; I am not coming."
"Kathleen, dear, I think you ought to go. Go for my sake," said Mrs.
Tennant.
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