Boarding schools -- England -- Juvenile fiction; Girls -- Social life and customs -- Juvenile fiction
Now, Susanna's people were much richer than the parents of any other
girls in the school. They counted their money by tens of thousands; for
Susanna's father was, in his way, a sort of Rothschild and he was fond
of saying that everything he touched turned into gold. But if what he
touched turned to gold, he was very fond of that said metal and did not
at all like to part with it, and Susanna knew that it would be perfectly
useless to apply to her mother on the subject, for Mrs Salmi had always
to go to her husband for every penny she spent. Great lady as she
supposed herself to be, she was not favoured with a separate banking
account; but her bills were paid off with loud protestations by her lord
and master. Susanna, however, was perhaps more anxious than the others
to take the part of Cleopatra. She felt that she could do the swarthy
queen of Egypt full justice. Her blood tingled at the thought of what
her appearance would be, decked in the jewels which her own mother would
lend her for the occasion. How her eyes would flash! how striking would
be her appearance! Not for twenty-five five-pound notes would she give
up so delightful a part.
Accordingly, she wrote straight to her father and, after many
cogitations with herself, this was her letter:
"My Dear Old Dad: I am sending this straight to your office in the
City, for I don't want the mum-mum to know anything about it. There
are times when a girl has to apply straight to her dad to put things
right for her.
"Now, dad, darling; I want five pounds. I am having a little
speculation on my own account in the school. You know from whom I
have inherited the spirit of speculation. It is from no one else than
the dear dad himself--that wealthy delightful creature, who turns
everything he touches into gold. Well, your own Susanna has inherited
your peculiarities, and when I leave school, there is no saying but I
may be able to give you some points. Anyhow, if you will trust me
with the money and not say a single word about it to mummy, you may
have it back again double, some day--I don't exactly say when. Don't
refuse me, like a dear, for my heart is really set on this, or I would
not apply to you; and what use is it to be the only daughter of the
richest dad in England if he can't grant me such a small whim? Five
pounds, therefore, please, daddie mine, by return of post, and no
questions asked.
"Your loving daughter,--
"Susanna.
"P.S. You and mother will be sure to come to Hazlitt Chase on the day
of the break-up, and then I think you will see what will surprise you,
namely: your own girl in a very prominent and exalted position.
Breathe not this to the mummy, or to anybody, but be your Susanna's
best of friends."
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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