St. Chad's Celebrates an Occasion
During her first few days at Chessington, Honor had considered the
College as little better than a prison; but as time went on and she
grew more accustomed to the routine, she began to reverse her opinion.
After all, it was pleasant to have companionship. The various fresh
interests, the many jokes, amusements, and constant small excitements
inseparable from a large community of girls seemed to open out a new
phase of existence for her.
"I'd no idea what school was like before I came," she confided to
Janie. "Of course, the boys were always talking of the things they did,
and of the fagging and bullying and ragging that went on, but I was
sure they were piling on the horror for my benefit, and that it wasn't
really as bad as they pretended."
"Why, no one bullies at girls' schools," said Janie.
"I know they don't; but Derrick and Dermot stuffed me with all kinds of
ridiculous tales, just for the sake of teasing. They said that
Chessington was exactly on the model of a boys' college, and that if
girls learnt Latin and mathematics, and played cricket and hockey, and
had a gymnasium and a debating society, it put such a masculine element
into them that they couldn't refrain from using brute force, instead of
any other means of persuasion. They declared it was a natural sequence,
and I must make up my mind to it. Derrick even offered to teach me to
box before I came, as a useful accomplishment!"
"Did you accept?"
"No, thank you!--not after the way I'd seen him knock Brian about. I
suppose brothers are always teases."
"I've no experience, because I haven't any brothers. I've nobody except
Mother; but she's as good as a whole family combined." When Janie
mentioned her mother her eyes always shone, and her face would light
up. It was evident the two were everything to one another, and that the
separation during term-time was a hardship.
"I didn't want to go to school at all," continued Honor; "not, of
course, because I believed Derrick's absurd stories, but simply because
I was so fond of home that I hated to leave."
"That's just how I felt. Mother and I had such a delightful time
together, I was sure Chessington couldn't be half so nice."
"What used you to do? You've scarcely told me anything about your home,
though I often talk about Kilmore."
"We live in quite a quiet place," began Janie, "though it's not so
out-of-the-world as Kerry. Our house is at Redcliffe, a village a few
miles from Tewkesminster. It's a beautiful country. There are lovely
farms, with red-tiled roofs and big orchards and picturesque barns; and
there's a splendid old castle overlooking the river. And then the
trees! You ought to see our trees! These about Chessington look the
most wretched, stunted things, after our grand oaks and elms. It's a
great fruit-growing neighbourhood; we have heaps and heaps of apples
and pears and plums and apricots in our garden. They're simply
delicious when they're ripe. Then Tewkesminster is so quaint! There are
all kinds of funny little side streets, with cottages built at odd
angles; and there's a market cross and several old churches, as well as
the Minster. Mother is extremely fond of painting, and sometimes she
takes me out sketching with her. I can't draw very well yet--most of my
attempts are horrid daubs! but Mother is such a good teacher, she
always makes one want to try."
"Hadn't you a governess?" asked Honor.
"Yes. Miss Hall used to come every day from Tewkesminster; but I had a
few lessons from Mother as well, in drawing, and Greek history, and
English literature. We used to read books aloud in the evenings--Shakespeare,
or Dickens, or sometimes Tennyson or Wordsworth. We got through a
tremendous amount of poetry in the winter, when it was dark early, and
we had nothing else to do, except sit by the fire. We read all _Marmion_
and the _Idylls of the King_ and _Lalla Rookh_, as well as shorter
pieces. Mother reads aloud most beautifully; it's delightful to listen
to her. Then in summer-time we used to go country walks, and find wild
flowers, and bring them back and hunt out their names in the botany
book. I kept a Nature Calendar, and put down everything I noted--when
the first violets were out, and when I heard the cuckoo, or saw a
swallow for the first time in the year; and what birds' nests I found,
or butterflies, or moths, or caterpillars. Sometimes I drew pictures of
them as well. I had a whole row of specimen sheets pinned round the
school-room at home. Then one day a wretched doctor told Mother that
Tewkesminster was too relaxing a place for me, and recommended
Chessington. I begged and implored not to be sent away, but Mother said
the doctor was quite right, and that I was far too grown-up for my age,
and an only child ought to have young companions, so I must certainly go
to school at once. I was absolutely miserable my first term. I'm a
little more used to it now, but I begin to count the days to the
holidays directly I get back to St. Chad's. There are still eight weeks
before we break up!"
Janie spoke of home with the intense longing of a girl who is not
naturally fond of the social side of life. She was out of her element
at Chessington, and the strenuous bustle and stimulating whirl of the
place, which began to mean so much to Honor, were repugnant to her
quiet, reserved disposition. In every big school there are Janies,
isolated characters not quite able to run the pace required by the
inexorable code of public opinion, interesting to the one or two who
may happen to discover their good points, but to the mass of their
companions merely names and faces in class. Some of them do fine work
in the world afterwards, yet the very qualities that help them to
future success are not those to bring present popularity. They are not
for the many, but for the few, and only show their best to an
occasional friend whose sympathy can overstep the wall of shyness that
fences them round.
With Honor alone Janie was at her ease, and she would chat away in
their bedroom with a sprightliness that would have amazed the other
members of St. Chad's, if they could have heard her. The two girls got
on well together. Their opposite dispositions seemed to dovetail into
one another, and so to cause little friction; and Miss Maitland, whose
observant eyes noticed more than her pupils imagined, was well
satisfied with the result of her experiment. Janie kept Honor up to the
mark in the way of work; she would generally go over dates or difficult
points in the lessons while they were dressing each morning, and it was
chiefly owing to her efforts that Honor held a tolerably high place in
her class. The latter often wished that she could have performed a like
service for her friend in respect of athletics, but Janie was hopeless
at physical sports, and endured them only under compulsion.
Every afternoon, from two o'clock till a quarter to four, all the girls
were required to take part in organized games, under the direction of
Miss Young, the gymnastic mistress. They were allowed their choice
between cricket and tennis, but during the specified hours they must
not be absent from the playing-fields, as this systematic outdoor
exercise formed part of the ordinary course of the school. Now and then
it was varied by a walk, and occasionally by an archery or croquet
tournament; but these were reserved for insufferably hot days, and the
time, as a rule, was devoted to more active pursuits. The cricket pitch
lay to the west of the College, a splendid, level tract of ground,
commanding a glorious prospect of low, undulating hills, cliffs
bordering a shingly beach, and the long, blue stretch of the Channel
beyond. All the healthy moorland and sea breezes seemed to blow there,
filling the lungs with pure, fresh air, and well justifying Miss
Cavendish's boast that Chessington was the most bracing place in the
kingdom for growing girls. Even Janie's pale cheeks would take a tinge
of pink as she ran, unwillingly enough, in chase of a ball; and the
majority of the school would come in at four o'clock flushed and rosy,
and very ready indeed for the piles of thick bread and butter that
awaited them in the various dining-halls.
Honor took to the games with enthusiasm. Having served an
apprenticeship in the Beginners' Division at cricket, and having shown
Miss Young her capacity in the way of batting and bowling, she was
allowed a place in the St. Chad's team.
It happened that on the very day of her promotion her house played St.
Hilary's, and there was great excitement about the match, because the
latter was generally considered the crack team of the College. That
afternoon, however, the Hilaryites did not quite justify their
reputation. Perhaps the St. Chad's bowling had been extra good; at all
events, the St. Hilary side was dismissed for sixty-seven.
Honor's heart was beating fast when at length her innings arrived, and,
taking her bat, she walked to the wicket. Every eye, she knew, would be
fixed upon her play. A new girl, she was standing her trial before the
school, and on the result of this match would largely depend her
position during the term. She had played cricket during the holidays
with her brothers, and all Derrick's rules came crowding into her mind
as she tried to imagine that she was on the dear, rough old field at
home, with Brian to bowl, and Fergus for long-stop, and Dermot and
Osmond to field, and criticize her strokes afterwards.
She held her bat well, keeping her left shoulder to the bowler and her
eye on the ball. The bat was a light, new one, which the boys had given
her as a parting present, and she felt she could wield it easily.
During the first over she played steadily, but did not attempt to
score. It was one of Derrick's pet maxims that it was folly to try to
do so until you had taken the measure of your opponent, and she wished
to gain confidence.
In the next over her partner, Chatty Burns, made a single, which
brought Honor to the opposite wicket. Gertrude Humphreys's bowling was
more to her taste; it might be described as fast and loose, and Honor,
unlike most girls, did not object to swift bowling, having been
accustomed to it from Brian and Derrick. The first ball she received
came down at a good pace, but well on the off side of the wicket. This
was just the chance she had been waiting for, and a well-timed cut sent
it flying to the boundary for three. The rest of the over was
uneventful, Chatty having evidently made up her mind to be careful.
Winnie Sutcliffe now took up the bowling at the other end, but her
first ball, being a wide, served to increase the confidence that Honor
had felt in breaking her duck. The next ball, though straight on middle
stump, was a half-volley; Honor stepped out to it with a feeling of
exultation, and a moment later it was soaring over the bowler's head
for four.
"Good!" "Well hit, Honor!" "St. Chad's for ever!" "Hurrah!" ejaculated
the Chaddites.
Success like this often turns the batter's head, but Honor remembered
in time the many cautions she had received from her critical brothers,
and the next ball, being of good length, she played quietly to long off
for one. Chatty now received the bowling, and, encouraged by Honor's
success, made what the girls afterwards described as the finest leg hit
they had ever seen. Certainly it was a good stroke, taken quite clean
and square, and as it cleared the boards it was marked down six amid
rapturous applause. After that runs came more slowly for a time, and
neither girl appeared inclined to take any risks. This careful play,
however, began to wear down the bowling, especially Gertrude
Humphreys's, which became decidedly loose. Honor, seeing her chance,
suddenly began hitting about her with a spirit and vigour that almost
sent the Chaddites delirious with delight, while even Miss Young was
seen laughing and smiling with Miss Maitland in a manner that seemed to
imply no small self-congratulation on her choice for the last vacancy
in the team.
The Hilaryites were looking decidedly glum at this marked change in the
fortunes of the game. Grace Ward, their captain, at the end of the over
quietly rolled the ball to Ida Bellamy, famed for her slow "twisters".
Her first essay pitched well to the leg side, and Honor, who rather
despised "slows", made a mighty stroke at it, not allowing for the
break, and missed it altogether. With her heart in her mouth she
glanced rapidly round at the wicket, expecting to see her bails fly;
but luck was on her side, for the break had been a little too great,
and the ball just cleared the off stump.
"A good thing Derrick isn't here," said Honor to herself. "I should
never have heard the end of that!"
It was very hard to resist the temptation to hit out, dangerous though
she knew it to be, and it was with a sensation of relief that she saw
the ball travelling off for a single to long field, thus leaving the
rest of the over to Chatty, who, neither so ambitious nor so impatient,
played it out without giving the much-longed-for chance of a catch. By
this time sixty was up on the board, of which Honor had contributed
twenty-eight, to the great satisfaction of all concerned.
But Grace had not played her last card. She had evidently decided on a
double change of bowling; for, when the fielders had crossed, Irene
Richmond was seen at the wicket. Irene's bowling was peculiar; it was
left-handed, which is quite uncommon in a girl, and the more difficult
on that account. The Chaddites looked at one another with smiles that
were less spontaneous.
Certainly Irene might with advantage have been put on before. Her
style, though by no means swift, was most awkward to play. Chatty
received the first ball, which beat her completely, though luckily it
did not touch the wicket. A minute later she made a single, and Honor
felt rather blank, as it was now her turn to face the bowling. One of
Derrick's pet rules, however, came into her mind: "When you're in
doubt, watch each ball carefully, till you get your eye in"; and by
dint of adherence to this, she played out the over with safety.
The slow bowling at the other end, though it looked so simple, was full
of weird pitfalls, into one of which Chatty fell an easy victim. She
played too soon at a short-pitched ball, and spooned a catch to mid-on,
who took good care not to drop it. Chatty retired rather ruefully, but
was consoled by the applause she received from the pavilion, her
twenty-three runs being regarded as a handsome contribution.
Maisie Talbot came in next. Being tall and athletic for her age, she
had a long reach, which she employed successfully in driving the first
ball she received right along the ground into "the country" for three.
This seemed to disconcert the bowler; the next one she sent down was an
easy full pitch. Honor waited till just the right moment, and then,
with a fine swing of her bat, sent the ball clean over the boundary for
six, a performance that quite "brought down the house", even the
Hilaryites joining in the cheering. For a moment no one seemed to have
realized how the score was going, but when seventy went up on the board
there was a wild rush for the pavilion, for the match was won.
Honor's friends were loud in their congratulations, and Janie, who had
been an excited spectator, was almost as proud as if the success had
been her own. Vivian Holmes herself actually expressed approval.
"Well played, Honor Fitzgerald!" she said. "I expect some day you'll be
a credit to St. Chad's."
As Vivian was generally more ready to "squash" new-comers than to
encourage them, this was indeed high praise, and Honor felt inspired to
continue her exertions, having the white ribbon of the College team as
the object of her ambition.
Great were the rejoicings of the Chaddites at their triumph over St.
Hilary's. Something in the way of a celebration seemed necessary to
immortalize the occasion, and that evening, after a hurried conference
among the elder girls, it was given out that, with Miss Maitland's
permission, an impromptu fancy-dress ball would take place in the
recreation room at 8.30 precisely.
"We're just to come in any kind of costumes we can manage to contrive,"
said Lettice Talbot, who, wild with excitement, had carried the
thrilling tidings to the younger contingent. "Miss Maitland is going to
dress up, and so is Miss Parkinson. The cook is making some lemonade; I
hope it will be cold in time, but even if it isn't it will be rather
nice hot. Oh, would you advise me to go as a flower-girl, or do you
think Queen Elizabeth would be better?"
"I should suggest a Merry-andrew at the present moment," said Ruth
Latimer, as Lettice, unable to contain her glee, went hopping round the
room. "You could easily put a different coloured stocking on each leg,
cut sheets of tissue paper to make a short, frilled, sticking-out
skirt, borrow the toasting-fork from the kitchen and hang it with
ribbons for your bauble, and there you are!"
"Jolly!" exclaimed Lettice. "I'll do it. Will you lend me your scarlet
sponge-bag? It would make the very cap I want."
It was fortunate that Vivian Holmes and her fellow-workers had reserved
the announcement of the proposed fete until after preparation,
otherwise very few lessons would have been learnt at St. Chad's. The
girls finished supper with record speed, and filed out of the
dining-hall at least ten minutes earlier than usual, all anxious to
flee upstairs and begin the delightful but arduous task of robing
themselves in character.
Miss Maitland was the owner of what she called a "theatrical
property-box". It held a store of most invaluable possessions, which
she had collected from time to time and put by to serve for charades or
tableaux. There were old evening dresses and cloaks, feathers, shawls,
a few hats, artificial flowers, bright-coloured scarves, beads,
bangles, and cracker jewellery, even some false moustaches and beards,
a horse pistol, and a pair of top-boots. These she placed entirely at
the disposal of the girls, telling Vivian Holmes to distribute them so
as to allow as many as possible to have a share. Vivian was strictly
impartial, and doled out the treasures with the stern justice of a
Roman tribune. They did not go very far, however, among forty
Chaddites; so, of necessity, at least half of the costumes had to be
composed hastily of anything that came to hand.
The apparelling was a lively process, to judge from the sounds of mirth
that issued from the various cubicles; and so many different articles
were borrowed, lent, and exchanged that it was a wonder their
respective owners ever managed to claim them again. Strict secrecy was
observed, the occupants of each bedroom denying even a peep to their
next-door neighbours, who, though full of their own preparations, could
not fail to exhibit curiosity when such exclamations as, "Oh, how
lovely!" or, "It's simply screaming!" were wafted down the passage.
Nowhere was the excitement keener than in No. 8, though Honor and Janie
had the fun all to themselves. The latter had decided to go as a friar.
She had contrived a capital monk's habit out of her waterproof, tied
round the waist with the cord that held back the window curtains. The
hood formed the cowl, a dictionary made a very passable breviary, and a
hockey stick served as a pilgrim's staff.
"You're just like a palmer returning from the Holy Land," declared
Honor.
"Or the 'Friar of Orders Grey'," said Janie, "who--
"'Walked forth to tell his beads,
And he met with a lady fair
Clad in a pilgrim's weeds!'
"I ought to have a rosary, but there isn't anything that would do in
the least for it."
"Never mind! One must imagine it is in your pocket. Even palmers
couldn't tell their beads all day long. You look a most unsuitable
figure to dance! I'm afraid they would turn you out of your monastery,
if they caught you."
Honor was determined to enact the part of Dick Turpin. She had corked
herself the most ferocious moustaches, and made a cocked hat out of
brown paper; and was now only waiting for a certain cloak, the horse
pistol, and the pair of top-boots, which Vivian had promised to bring
her if Barbara Russell, one of the elder girls, did not want them.
"I heard Barbara say she meant to be a shepherdess," she said, "so she
couldn't possibly wear top-boots. I don't believe anybody else has
thought of a highwayman. I wish Vivian would be quick!"
She was in a ferment of excitement. A festivity such as this was an
event in her life. She could hardly bear to wait, and would have been
down the passage in search of the missing properties, only she did not
wish to exhibit her beautiful moustaches before the right time.
"Vivian won't be long," Janie assured her. "She is the most dependable
person I know; when she says she'll do a thing, she does it. Oh, here
she is now!"
Honor sprang to the door, but her face fell as she saw the monitress
arrive empty-handed.
"I'm dreadfully sorry!" announced Vivian. "Barbara decided, after all,
to be Oliver Cromwell, so of course she wanted the cloak, boots, and
pistol. I've brought you a few bangles and a wreath of flowers, if
they'll be of any use to you; I've nothing else left. I must fly! I've
to get into my own costume."
Poor Honor! It was a bitter disappointment. She had counted so much on
representing Dick Turpin that to have to forgo the part seemed little
short of a tragedy.
"I can't do a highwayman in nothing but a pair of corked moustaches!"
she exclaimed dolefully.
"It is a pity," sympathized Janie, "but of course it can't be helped.
If we're very quick we shall just have time to think of something else.
Could you manage a fairy, with the bangles and the wreath and a white
petticoat?"
"A fairy! No! Do I look like a fairy? I'm so cross, it would have to be
a goblin. I know what I'll do; I shall go as an Arab."
"With the towels wound round you, I suppose?"
"They're not big enough; I must use my sheets," and Honor, suiting her
action to her words, ruthlessly disarranged her bed.
If the towels were too small, the sheets proved too large. In spite of
Janie's efforts (much hampered by her cassock and cowl) they refused to
drape elegantly. Honor lost all patience at last, and, seizing her
scissors, ripped the offending sheets in halves with uncompromising
fingers.
"Oh, Honor, what have you done? How could you? Oh, what will Miss
Maitland say?" shrieked Janie, almost in tears.
"I don't care!" declared Honor recklessly.
In her present excited state she would have torn up her best dress with
equal readiness. She was elated with her success in the cricket
field--what the Scotch call "fey"; and so long as she gratified her
present whim, she had no thought at all for the future.
"I must have some costume," she continued, "and we ought to go
downstairs at once. They're my own sheets, so what does it matter? It
isn't as if they were school property; I brought them from home with
the rest of my linen--they're marked 'H. Fitzgerald' in the corner."
"You'll get into a shocking scrape, all the same," said Janie, who was
horror-stricken at her friend's lawlessness.
There was no time, however, to think about consequences. The gong was
giving the signal for the parade to begin, and various gigglings and
exclamations in the passage warned them that the other girls were
already issuing from their rooms. Honor hastily finished her Arab
toilet, and without further delay the pair joined the rest of the
masqueraders in the hall.
Here a brilliant scene awaited them. Considering the scanty materials
at command, quite marvellous results had been accomplished. The
costumes were most gay and varied, and many of them showed extreme
ingenuity on the part of their wearers. Lettice Talbot had carried out
Ruth Latimer's idea for a Merry-andrew with great success, and was
evidently endeavouring to sustain the character by firing off bad puns,
or facetious remarks on the appearance of her friends. Dorothy
Arkwright, in a blue evening dress and a black velvet hat with
feathers, made a dignified Duchess of Devonshire; and Pauline Reynolds,
whose long, golden hair hung below her waist, came arrayed as Fair
Rosamond. There were several Italian peasants, a Cavalier, a Roundhead,
and a matador. Agnes Bennett, one of the elder girls, impersonated the
Pied Piper of Hamelin. By pinning two dressing-gowns (one of red and
one of buff) together, she had well imitated the "queer long coat from
heel to head, half of yellow and half of red", worn by the mysterious
stranger; and, with her pipe, hung with ribbons, at her lips, seemed
ready to charm either rats into the Weser, or children into the
hillside. Edith Hammond-Smith was a fairy, and Claudia a pierrot; while
Flossie Taylor, in an Eastern shawl, and with bangles tied on for
ear-rings, looked a gorgeous Cleopatra.
Chatty Burns, in a tartan plaid, made a typical "Highland lassie".
Effie Lawson, with her hair plaited in a tight pigtail, and her
eyebrows corked aslant, had, with the aid of a coloured bedspread and a
Japanese umbrella, turned herself into a very creditable "Heathen
Chinee"; and Maisie Talbot, who found materials waxing scarce after she
had finished arraying Lettice, had flung a skin rug over her shoulders,
painted her face in streaks of red and black, and come as a savage.
Adeline Vaughan had an original and rather striking costume. She called
herself "Scholastica", and had decorated herself with a double row of
exercise books, suspended by ribbons round her waist. Pencils,
india-rubbers, pens, and rulers were fastened to all parts of her
dress; and a College cap, borrowed from Miss Maitland, completed the
effect.
The funniest of all, however, was Madge Summers, who represented a
sausage. She had been elaborately got up for the part by her
room-mates. They borrowed a coloured table-cloth from the kitchen, the
reverse side of which was a pinky-fawn shade; then they padded Madge
carefully all over, so as to make her the right shape, swathed her in
the table-cloth, and fastened it down the back with safety-pins, tying
it tightly round her neck and ankles. She could scarcely manage to
walk, much less dance; and she was so hot in her many wrappings that
her face burnt--so she assured her friends--as if she were already on
the frying-pan: but if she could not take an active part in the
proceedings, she had the satisfaction of attracting an immense amount
of attention.
The girls chose partners in the hall, and marched in procession into
the recreation room, where Miss Maitland (a stately Marie Antoinette)
acted hostess, and received her guests with the assistance of Miss
Parkinson (a Spanish gipsy) and Vivian Holmes (hastily attired as a
troubadour).
"It is indeed a carnival," said Miss Maitland. "The costumes are
splendid, and all deserve hearty congratulations. We shall have to take
votes as to which is the best. We haven't thought of the music yet; it
seems almost presumptuous to ask Queen Cleopatra to play a waltz for
us, but perhaps she will condescend thus far. We can't ask the sausage,
for she hasn't any arms! The troubadour and the Pied Piper ought to do
their share, and the Merry-andrew must give us a _pas seul_."
Everybody declared the evening to be the greatest success. The
lemonade, fortunately cold, was delicious, and so were the biscuits
that Miss Maitland, through lack of any other dainties, had provided as
refreshments. Half-past nine came far too soon, and the dancers, hot,
flushed, and excited, were forced reluctantly to abandon the
festivities and betake themselves upstairs to tear off their grandeur.
Honor slept between the blankets that night, and her slumbers were
haunted by a vision of Miss Maitland, as an avenging spectre, arrayed
in the mutilated sheets. The dream was certainly prophetic, for the
house-mistress was extremely angry on discovering the damage done, and
gave Honor a lecture such as she richly deserved.
"You will stay in from cricket to-day, and mend the sheets," she
decreed, at the conclusion of the scolding. "You will find them ready
fixed by two o'clock. I shall expect the seams to be neatly run, and
the edges turned over and hemmed."
Honor groaned. After the excitement of yesterday's match, she had been
looking forward to the cricket practice; moreover, she hated sewing.
But there was no appeal. Each house-mistress had authority to suspend
games, if necessary, so she was compelled to pass a weary afternoon at
a most uncongenial occupation.
"It's hard labour!" she exclaimed, when Janie ran in at four o'clock.
"Finished! No! I've only run one seam, and hemmed about six inches. I
feel like the 'Song of the shirt' (only it's the song of the sheet
instead). 'Stitch, stitch, stitch', and 'work, work, work'! My fingers
are getting quite 'weary and worn'. There's one comfort, at any rate:
Miss Maitland won't be likely to keep me away from preparation, and as
the clothes go to the wash to-morrow, perhaps she'll let one of the
maids do the rest of this, and give me some other penance instead. I'd
rather learn five chapters of history, or a scene from Shakespeare; and
I'd welcome a whole page of equations--I would indeed!"
"I'm afraid it's a vain hope," said Janie. "Miss Maitland always sticks
to her word."
She proved right; Miss Maitland was inexorable. The discipline at
Chessington was strict, and any mistress who gave an order was
accustomed to enforce it rigorously. Honor was obliged to forgo the
triumphs of the playing-fields until the very last stitch had been put
in her sheets--a punishment which was severe enough, if not entirely to
work a reform, at any rate to sober her considerably for the present.