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It was almost time to start for the train, but there was just a minute to see how she looked in her new school uniform. I like it. I must say Malory Towers has a lovely school uniform. Come along, Darrell. We don't want to miss the train your very first term! She was going to boarding school for the first time. Malory Towers did not take children younger than twelve, so Darrell would be one of the youngest there.
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I will give ten minutes for that. It was maths, and Miss Potts was giving a quick test-paper to see what standard the new girls were up to, and whether the whole form could work together or not. Darrell found the paper quite easy, but Gwendoline groaned and grunted terribly, her golden hair all over the desk.
I gave it forty Plait it after Break. Gwendoline glared angrily at her and made a face. As if Mother would dream of cutting off her beautiful fine sheet of hair. And now to think she'd got to plait it.
Why, she didn't even know how to plait! Gwendoline was so lost in sulky thought that she hardly answered any of the maths, questions. The morning went on. Break came and the girls rushed out to play where they liked. Some went for a quick game on one of the many tennis-courts. Some went for a ramble in the grounds. Others lay about in the Court, talking. Darrell would have liked to go with Alicia, but she was with Betty, and Darrell felt sure they wouldn't want a third person.
She looked at the other new girls. Two of them, whom she didn't know, had made friends already. Another girl, who had a cousin in the same form, went off with her.
Gwendoline was not to be seen. Perhaps she had gone to plait her hair! Sally Hope was sitting on the grass alone, no expression at all on her closed-up face.
Darrell went over to her. Didn't you hate leaving all your friends too? Darrell thought that was queer. It was hard to get anything out of Sally. She was polite and answered questions, but she didn't ask any in return. Does she think she's plaited her hair? It's all undone already! It was beastly of Miss Potts not to let me wear it as I've always worn it.
I don't like her. Actually, she did look much nicer now. Darrell raced too. She knew where her classroom was. She knew the names of a lot of her form. She learnt the names not only of the girls in her form at North Tower, but of every girl there, from the head-girl Pamela, down to Mary-Lou, the youngest but one in the first form.
Darrell herself was the youngest girl in North Tower, she found, but she felt that Mary-Lou was very much younger Mary-Lou was a scared mouse of a girl.
Poor Mary-Lou. Darrell, not easily scared of anything. There were ten girls in the first-form dormy at North Tower. Katherine, the quiet head-girl. Alicia, the talkative unruly-tongued monkey. The three new girls, Darrell, Gwendoline, and Sally. Mary- Lou, with her big scared eyes, always ready to shy back like a nervous horse, at anything unexpected. Then there was clever Irene, a marvel at maths, and music, usually top of the form—but oh, how stupid in the ordinary things of life.
If anyone lost her book it was Irene. If anyone went to the wrong classroom at the wrong time it was Irene. It was said that once she had gone to the art- room, thinking that a painting lesson was to be taken there, and had actually sat there for half-an- hour, apparently waiting for Miss Linnie to come.
What she thought had happened to the rest of the class, no one knew. You see She was a most intelligent girl, who, because her mind was always so deeply at work at something, seemed to forget the smaller, everyday things of life. She had a sense of fun too, and when she was really tickled she came out with a tremendous explosive giggle that startled the class and made Miss Potts jump.
It was Micia's delight to provoke this explosion sometimes, and upset the class. The other three girls in the form were Jean, a jolly, shrewd girl from Scotland, very able at handling money for various school societies and charities; Emily, a quiet studious girl, clever with her needle, and one of Mam'zelle's favourites because of this; and Violet, a shy. Half the form never even noticed whether Violet was with them or not.
That made up the ten girls. Darrell felt that she had known them lor years after she had lived with them only a few- days. She knew the way Irene's stockings always fell down in wrinkles. She knew the way Jean spoke, clipped and sharp, in her Scots accent. She knew that Mam'zelle disliked Jean because Jean was scornful of Mam'zelle's enthusiasms and emotions. Jean herself never went into ecstasies about anything.
Darrell knew Gwendoline's sighs and moans over everything, and Mary-Lou's scared exclamations of fear at any insect or reptile. She liked Katherine's low, firm voice, and air of being able to cope with anything. She knew a great deal about Alicia, but then, so did everyone, for Alicia poured out everything that came into her head, she chattered about her brothers, her mother and father, her dogs, her work, her play, her knitting, her opinion of everything and everybody under the sun.
Alicia had no time at all for airs and graces, pretences, sighs, moans or affectations. She was as downright as Darrell, but not so kind. She was scornful and biting when it pleased her, so that girls like Gwendoline hated her, and those like scared Mary-Lou feared her.
Darrell liked her immensely. Everyone listens when Alicia speaks, even when she says something unkind. But nobody pays much attention when 1 want to say something. I do really like Alicia, and I wish she hadn't got Betty for a friend. She's just the one I would have chosen. She saw them in class, but not in the common room or dormies, for the first-formers of the other lowers had their own rooms, of course, in their own Towers.
Still it was enough to know her own Tower girls for a start. Darrell thought. She didn't know very much about the older girls in her Tower, for she didn't even meet them in the classroom. She saw them at Prayers in the morning, sometimes during the singing-lesson, when Mr. Young took more than one class at a time, and sometimes on the tennis-courts and in the swimming-pool. She heard a few things about some of them, of course.
Marilyn, sixth-former, was captain of the games, and most of the girls liked her immensely. She won't bother with the duds, but Marilyn does.
She was clever, and rather literary. It was said that she was already writing a book. This impressed the first-formers very much.
It was hard enough to write a decent composition, let alone a book. No one seemed to like two girls called Doris and Fanny. Religious in the wrong way. Thinking they're wonderful and nobody else is. Trying to stop people's pleasure. They're a sickening pair. Always on the prowl and on the snoop. Once, when 1 slipped across the Court in the night to join Betty Hill, in West Tower for a midnight feast, Doris saw me out of the window, and lay in wait for me to come back.
You don't think I'd let myself be caught by the Pi Sisters, do you? I bet they'll watch out for you to do something you shouldn't, and tell on you. She didn't always dare to do them herself, but she was always ready to back up any one else who did. Darrell soon got to know all the different classrooms too.
She knew the art-room, with its clear north light. She hadn't yet had a lesson in the lab. She loved the great gym. She was good at gym. So was Alicia, who could climb like a monkey, and was as strong as a horse. Mary-Lou, of course, was too scared to do anything unless she was made to. It was fun, the way all the girls slept in the Towers, and had their lessons in the other parts of the great building.
Darrell knew where the teachers lived now in the building facing south, except those who, like Miss Potts, and Mam zelle, lived in with the girls, to keep an eye on them.
She didn't feel a bit like a new girl now. One of the things that Darrell liked best of all was the big swimming-pool down by the sea.
This had been hollowed out of a stretch of rocks, so that it had a nice rocky, uneven bottom. Seaweed grew at the sides, and sometimes the rocky bed of the pool felt a iittle slimy. But the sea swept into the big natural pool each day, filled it, and made lovely waves all across it. It was a sheer delight to bathe there. The coast itself was too dangerous for bathing. The tides were so strong, and no giri was allowed to swim in the open sea. But anyone was safe in the pool.
One end was quite deep, and here there were diving-boards and a chute, and a fine spring-board for running dives. Mary-Lou and Gwendoline were terrified of the pool, Mary-Lou because she was afraid of water, anyhow, and Gwendoline because she hated the first cold plunge.
The first week went very slowly. There was a lot to learn and know, things were so new and exciting. Darrell loved every minute, and soon got into the way of things. She was naturally quick and responsive, and the girls soon accepted her and liked her. But they neither accepted nor liked poor Gwendoline, and as for Sally Hope, after trying in vain to draw her out a little, and get her to talk of her family and home, the girls let her live in her shell, and not come out of it at all.
After that the days lly, and it's half-term in no time, and when that's gone we're looking forward to the hols. You've soon settled in, haven't you, Darrell? If every term is as nice as this, 1 shall be thrilled! Don't try and frighten me! Things were not going to be quite so smooth and easy as Darrell thought! She soon found that she could easily do the work of her class, and in such things as composition was ahead of most of the others.
She felt pleased. It's only maths. I'm not so good at. I wish I was as good as Irene at maths. She does things in her head that I can't even do on paper. Darrell relaxed a little, and did not worry herself too much about her work. She began to enjov amusing the class a little, just as Alicia did. Alicia was thrilled to have someone to help her in her mischief. Betty Hill went much further than Alicia.
Darrell sometimes wondered if there was anything she would stop at. There were two mistresses that Betty and Alicia played up to. One was Mam'zelle Dupont, the other was a quiet, gentle mistress who took needlework, and sometimes took prep, time at night.
Miss Davies never seemed to realize that Alicia and Betty could play tricks on her. Mam'zelle did realize it, but was taken in all the same. Mam'zelle nearly had a fit. So, when Mam'zelle ventured back, and ordered one of us to turn her desk out and get the mouse, there was none to be found. Mam'zelle thought her eyes had gone wrong! Do something in maths, can't you? I know Miss Potts is going to go for me over my maths, prep, and something like that would take her mind away from me!
Play a trick like that in Potty's class! Potty's up to everything. You can't fool herV 'Well—in Mam'zelle's class, then,'begged Darrell. Do do play a trick in her class. She screwed her forehead into wrinkles and thought hard. Betty prompted her. But she had only a younger sister. But you and Betty will have to help, Darrell. When Toggles said "Johns, sit still in your chair!
Hip, hip, hip, hurrah! That would be fun! Do,do pretend to be deaf, please do. We'll play up to you like anything. We will really. Do it in Mam'zelle's class. The first excitement of coming back to school had worn off. We'll have some sport. It was a beautiful summer day. She had had two letters from home, giving her the news that she had a new little nephew.
She had on a new brooch, and had washed her hair the night before. She was feeling in a very good temper. She beamed round at the class. We are going to be better than the second form! Even Gwendoline will be able to say her verbs to me without one, single, mistake! Since she had been at iVlalory Towers her opinion of her governess at home had gone down. Miss Winter didn't seem to have taught her half the things she ought to have known!
On the other hand, thought Gwendoline, she had raved over her hair and blue eyes, she had praised the sweetness of Gwendoline's temper, and said how graceful she was in all she did.
That kind of thing was most enjoyable to a person like Gwendoline. But a little more learning would have been very useful to her at Malory Towers. She wished she had learnt a lot more French.
Mam'zelle had exclaimed at the little she knew, and had even suggested extra French lessons in order to get her up to the average standard of the form. But so far Gwendoline had been able to avoid extra lessons, and she was quite determined to go on avoiding them! French five times a week was bad enough without extra time tagged on. She smiled back rather doubtfully at Mam'zelle, hoping that Alicia would soon begin her performance, so that Mam'zelle's attention would not be directed at her.
Mam'zelle beamed round again. She thought the girls looked eager and responsive this morning. The dear girls! She would tell them about her new little nephew. That would please them, no doubt! Mam'zelle could never stop herself from talking about her beloved family in France, if she had had news of them.
Usually the girls encouraged her, because the more they heard about la chere Josephine, and la mignonne Yvonne, and la mechante Louise, the less they heard about verbs and genders.
So they were delighted when Mam'zelle informed them of her new nephew. II est tout petit, oh, tout petit! Who will tell me? Mam'zelle noticed her. I will re peat. Repeat to me, please. Darrell wanted to giggle already.
She tried to keep her face straight. What is wrong with you? Why, nothing, Mam'zelle,' said Alicia, looking slightly surprised. Somebody giggled and then smothered it quickly. And the class joined in too. You forget yourselves. What a noise to make in class.
She bellowed at Alicia. Ah, you Irene—why do you make that extraordinary noise? I will not have it. Curious noises came from her as she tried to choke back her giggles. Tell me, have you a cold?
Why don't you speak clearly, then I should hear you," said Alica. About two years ago,' said Alicia. Irene buried her nose in her hanky again. Mam'zelle looked a little blank. You cannot hear a word we say. Darrell obligingly repeated it all at the top of her voice. Betty unfortunately was too overcome by a desire to laugh to be able to repeat it too. But the rest of the class obliged with a will.
The door opened suddenly and a mostirate Miss Potts looked in. She had been taking Form 2 next door, and could not imagine what the shouting was in Form I. But it is not for me the girls repeat words so loudly, it is for the poor Alicia,' explained Mam'zelle.
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Miss Potts looked most surprised. She looked at Alicia. Alicia felt uncomfortable. She also looked as innocent as she could. But Miss Potts was always on the alert when Betty or Alicia looked innocent. Miss Potts looked sharply at Alicia. She shouted across to Alicia. I shall expect you at eleven, Alicia. And please stand up when I speak to you. Miss Potts went out of the room, and she did not shut the door very quietly.
Mam'zelle disliked people who banged doors. Miss Potts's entry and fierceness had damped the cheerfulness of the class considerably. Alicia said no more about her ear-ache. She took a book and sat down by the window in the sunshine, feeling sure that Miss Potts would not appear again.
She thought she might as well get something out of her perfomance! Mam'zelle took no further notice of her, and devoted herself to a whole-hearted search for someone in Form l who could and would conjugate a whole French verb properly. Not finding anyone really good, she lost the good temper she had entered with that morning, and gave the class a bad time.
She stalked out when the bell for Break went. The girls crowded round Alicia. I nearly died when you said "beer". So long, mils! She came out from Miss Potts's room, and ran straight into Mam'zelle. Mam'zelle,' said Alicia, and walked off. Mam'zelle stared after her. How queer! Alicia had heard perfectly what she had said. Could ears get better so quickly then? Mam'zelle stood still and frowned. Miss Potts came out of her room and saw her. Mam'zelle began to breathe quickly.
Never again will I believe her, the bad girl. How cleverly Alicia had pulled it off! She looked at her admiringly, and Alicia liked the admiration.
It always egged her on to further misbehaviour. Mary-Lou stared at her too, as if she was somebody most remarkable. Alicia went up and took Darrell's arm. We'll be the Bold Bad Three, or something like that! Maybe 1 could think of something, too. Perhaps something could be tried on Miss Linnie next. Gwendoline was jealous of the way Alicia and Betty, recognized leaders in the first form, had made friends with Darrell. After all, Darrell was as new as she herself was.
And she, Gwendoline, was much prettier, and had, she was sure, much more charm of manner. She took Sally Hope into her confidence. Chumming up with Alicia and Betty. Not that I would if they asked me. She went on grumbling about Darrell. I've a good mind to show her that I'm twice as good as she is! To think that the quiet little Sally Hope should say such a thing to her!
She looked at Sally as if she would like to wither her up. I haven't really tried before, because it didn't seem w orth it. It was Daddy that made me come. I did marvellously with my governess. Miss Winter, and 1 could do marvellously now, if only I thought it was worth while! She laughed loudly. And then you talk of it not being worth while to show what you can do!
You can't do a thing and never will, whilst you have such a wonderful opinion of yourself! How she would like to slap them both! But Miss Winter had always said that a little lady kept her hands to herself. Anyway, it would be decidedly dangerous to slap Alicia. Gwendoline walked off, her nose in the air.
And can't do fractions properly yet! Alicia swam under water the whole width of the pool, and then back again. Everyone applauded her. Do it again, Alicia, when you've got your breath. I'll wait till they're clear.
I'll do a spot of diving. Gwendoline, paddling about in the shallow end, envied her. She was certain she could swim and dive better than Alicia-—if only she could get over the unpleasant beginnings. She did hate the first cold plunge. She couldn't bear going under the water. She spluttered and gasped if she got water up her nose, and felt as if she w as drowning. There was only one person worse than she was, and that was poor Mary-Lou. No one teased Mary-Lou too much. It was too like teasing a small, bewildered kitten.
Gwendoline saw her floundering about near her, and because she knew Mary-Lou was even more afraid of the pool than she was, she felt a sense of power. She waded over to Mary-Lou, jumped on her suddenly and got her under the water. Mary-Lou had no time to scream. She opened her mouth and the water poured in. She began to struggle desperately. Gwendoline, feeling the struggles, spitefully held her under longer than she had intended to.
She only let her go w hen she felt a sharp slap on her bare shoulder. She turned. It was Darrell, trembling with rage, looking as if she was shivering so great was her anger.
You nearly drowned her! Girls began to swim across to the scene of excitement. Darrell, her voice shaking with rage, addressed Gwendoline again. I'll duck you under, Gwendoline, and see howjow like it! Gwendoline, rather scared by the anger in Darrell's voice, thought it would be just as well if she got out of the pool before Darrell or somebody else carried out the threat. She began to wade towards the steps that led down into the pool. Just as she was climbing up them, Darrell, who had given the weeping Mary-Lou to Alicia, caught her up.
Darrell's hand was strong and hard, and she had slapped with all her might, anywhere she could reach as Gwendolin hastily tried to drag herself out of the water.
The slaps sounded like pistol-shots. What are you thinking of? Leave Gwendoline alone! But not you,' said Katherine, coolly. I'm ashamed of you! They stared. It's a good thing no mistress saw you doing that. She went to where she had flung down her towel-cloak and put it round her. She climbed up the cliff slowly, her heart pounding. Hateful Gwendoline! Horrid Katherine! Beastly Malory Towers! But before she reached the top of the cliff and came to the little gate that led into the grounds of Malory Towers, Darrell's anger had all gone.
She was dismayed. How could she have acted like that? And she had absolutely meant always to keep her temper now. Very much subdued, Darrell went back to the school, dried herself and changed.
She had been publicly scolded by Katherine. Nobody had backed her up at all, not even Alicia. She had shouted at the head-girl of her form. She had behaved just as badly to Gwendoline as Gwendoline had behaved to Mary-Lou—except that it must have been sheer cruelty that made Gwendoline almost drown Mary-Lou, and it was anger, not cruelty, that made her slap Gwendoline so hard.
Still— anger was cruel, so maybe she was just as bad as Gwendoline. She felt sorry she had slapped Gwendoline now. That was the worst of having such a hot temper. You did things all in a hurry, without thinking, and then, when your temper had gone, you were terribly ashamed, and couldn't manage to feel better until you had gone to say were sorry to the person you had hurt, and whom you still disliked heartily.