Boarding schools -- England -- Juvenile fiction; Girls -- Conduct of life -- Juvenile fiction
"Of one thing I am certain," she said to herself when she reached the
shelter of her own tiny room, which had not nearly such a magnificent
view of the mountain and lake as Priscilla's chamber, but was a little
bit larger, and therefore suited Annie better--"of one thing I am indeed
certain," said Annie to herself: "Priscilla means to make grave trouble,
to upset everything. Oh, well, I am glad I know. Was I ever wrong in
my intuitions? I had an intuition that Priscilla was going to set her
foot on all my little plans. But you sha'n't, dear old Pris. You will
go back to England as soon as ever I can get you there, and trust Annie
Brooke for finding a way. This clinches things. As soon as ever I have
settled Mrs Priestley and the affair of the necklace I must turn my
attention to you, Priscie. There is no earthly reason, now I come to
think of it, why everything should not be managed within the scope of
this little day. Why should Priscie accompany us to Zermatt? I am sure
she is no pleasure to any one with those great, reproachful eyes of
hers, and that pale face, and those hideous garments that always remind
me of poor consumptive Susan Martin and her silly poems. Yes, I think I
can manage that you, dear Priscie, return to England to-morrow, while
Lady Lushington, Mabel, and I proceed to Zermatt. Your little
schoolfellow Annie Brooke, I rather imagine, is capable of tackling this
emergency." Accordingly, Annie dressed swiftly and deftly, as was her
way, coiling her soft golden hair round her small but pretty head,
allowing many little tendrils of stray curls to escape from the
glittering mass, looking attentively into the shallows--for they
certainly had no depths--of her blue eyes, regretting that her eyelashes
were not black, and that her eyebrows were fair.
The day was going to be very hot, and Annie put on one of the fresh
white cambric dresses which Lady Lushington's maid kept her so well
supplied with. Then she ran downstairs, as was her custom, for she
always liked to be first in the breakfast _salon_ in order to look over
the morning's post.
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