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A HARUM-SCARUM SCHOOLGIRL
[Illustration: "COULD YOU DO ME A KINDNESS, MISS?" SHE ASKED _Page 252_]
A HARUM-SCARUM SCHOOLGIRL
BY
ANGELA BRAZIL
_Illustrated by John Campbell_
NEW YORK FREDERICK A. STOKES COMPANY PUBLISHERS
_Copyright, 1920, by_
FREDERICK A. STOKES COMPANY
_All rights reserved_
Contents
CHAP. Page
I. A PIXIE GIRL 9
II. STARS AND STRIPES 23
III. A PENNILESS PRINCESS 39
IV. THE RUSH-BEARING 51
V. DIANA DARES 65
VI. FRENCH LEAVE 77
VII. LAND GIRLS 91
VIII. ARMISTICE DAY 108
IX. DIANA'S ENGLISH CHRISTMAS 128
X. A FIT OF THE BLUES 141
XI. DIANA TO THE RESCUE 153
XII. DIANA BREAKS OUT 167
XIII. CRUSOE ISLAND 178
XIV. SPOOKS 195
XV. JOY-RIDING 207
XVI. A FAMILY CREST 219
XVII. THE GREEN-EYED MONSTER 235
XVIII. DIANA'S FOUNDLING 247
XIX. AMBITIONS 259
XX. A TANGLED PLOT 271
Illustrations
Page
"COULD YOU DO ME A KINDNESS, MISS?" SHE ASKED
_Frontispiece_
"O-O-O-OH! HOW GORGEOUS TO BELONG TO A HIGH-FALUTING
FAMILY THAT'S GOT LEGENDS AND GHOSTS!" 48
TWO PAIRS OF BARE FEET WENT SPLASHING JOYOUSLY
INTO THE BROOK 72
WE SET OFF AND RODE ALL THE MORNING 144
ITS COWL FELL BACK, AND DISCLOSED A WELL-KNOWN
AND DECIDEDLY MIRTHFUL COUNTENANCE 200
DIANA CALLED AND SHOUTED TO THEM. THEY TOOK
NO NOTICE 240
A HARUM-SCARUM SCHOOLGIRL
CHAPTER I
A Pixie Girl
"If I'd known!" groaned Winifred Cranston, otherwise Wendy, with a note
of utter tragedy in her usually cheerful voice. "If I'd only known!
D'you think I'd have come trotting back here with my baggage? Not a bit
of it! Nothing in this wide world should have dragged me. I'd have
turned up my hair--yes, it's _quite_ long enough to turn up, Jess Paget,
so you needn't look at it so scornfully; it's as nice as yours, and
nicer! Well, I tell you I'd have turned up my hair, and run away and
joined the 'Waacs' or the 'Wrens', or have driven a motor wagon or
conducted a tramcar, or scrubbed floors at a hospital, or done
anything--_anything_, I say!--rather than stay at the Abbey without Mrs.
Gifford."
"It's pretty stiff, certainly, for the Head to go whisking away like
this," agreed Magsie Wingfield, sitting on the other shaft of the
wheelbarrow. "And without any notice either! It leaves one gasping!"
"Stiff? It's the limit! Why didn't she give us decent warning, instead
of springing it on to us in this sudden fashion? I feel weak!"
"There wasn't time," explained Sadie Sanderson, who, with Violet Gorton
and Tattie Clegg, occupied, in a tight fit, the interior of the
wheelbarrow. "It was all done at a day's notice. Geraldine's been
telling me the whole history."
"Well?"
"Mr. Gifford got suddenly exempted, and was made Governor of some
outlandish place with an unpronounceable name in Burma. He telegraphed
to Mrs. Gifford to join him at Marseilles, and go out with him. So she
went--that's the long and the short of it!"
"Went and left her school behind her," echoed Vi.
"I call it simply running away," commented Wendy. "Why couldn't she have
stopped to arrange things--say till Christmas--and then followed him?"
"It's some tiresome red-tape business at the War Office. They'd give her
a passport to travel out _with_ him, but not to join him afterwards, so
she thought she'd better take the opportunity and go out with him while
she could. It must have been a terrific scramble for her to get off. I
believe she just bundled her things together and bolted, and left the
school to Miss Todd."
"Will she ever come back?"
"I shouldn't think it's likely now."
"Then we're left for evermore to the tender mercies of Toddlekins?"
"That's just about the size of it. Toddlekins has taken the whole thing
over."
"She's been longing and yearning to seize the reins and drive the coach
ever since she came," commented Tattie.
"Well, she's got her chance now."
"And she'll use it, too! You bet there'll be changes!"
"Changes! There are changes already, although Mrs. Gifford can hardly
have reached Marseilles yet."
"It's going to be a queer term," grunted Wendy.
The five girls were sitting in a retired corner of the garden at
Pendlemere Abbey. On one side, above the tops of the rhododendron
bushes, they could see the tall, twisted chimneys and flagged stone roof
of the old house; on the other side, below the lawn and across the
paddock, gleamed the silver waters of the lake, with its banks of rushes
and alders, and beyond lay a range of grey hills that seemed to melt
away into more distant peaks that merged into the mists on the horizon.
It was a beautiful view, and on this hazy September afternoon, with the
hidden sun sending long shafts of light from behind radiant masses of
cloud, it formed a prospect that should have afforded keen aesthetic
satisfaction to anybody who cared to look at it. Usually the girls
appreciated its changeful glories, but to-day--this first day of a new
term--they were too much taken up with their own grievances to think
about scenery. In fact, they sat huddled together in the wheelbarrow
with their backs towards the view.
It had certainly been a considerable shock to the girls to find, on
arriving after the holidays, that their popular Principal had deserted
them in so sudden a fashion. It was not indeed the first surprise which
she had given them. Two years before she had been Miss Housman, with a
purely educational outlook in life, and a horizon bounded by her school;
but Cupid, who plays strange pranks even with head mistresses, brought
her fate along in the shape of a major from the temporary camp by the
lake, and shot his arrows with such deadly aim that the whole romantic
business--courtship, engagement, and war wedding--took place in the
course of a few weeks, almost under the very noses of her interested
pupils. They had gone home for their Easter holidays much thrilled about
her engagement ring, and had returned to school to find her a war bride,
with her husband already in the trenches. When the excitement of
choosing her a wedding present was over, matters seemed to settle down
pretty much as before. Except in an increased anxiety for news from the
front, Mrs. Gifford had differed in no degree from Miss Housman. To the
school the Major was a mere abstraction; his leave had always occurred
during the holidays, and up to this time his existence--apart from the
element of romance with which it invested their head mistress--had not
affected the atmosphere of Pendlemere in the least. It had occasionally
occurred to some of the girls to question what would happen when the war
was over, but they generally ended by deciding: "He'll have to come and
live here, I suppose, and turn the junior room into a smoke-room". Some
of the more imaginative had even ventured the suggestion that he might
teach drilling and Latin. It never struck any of them that instead of
settling down at the school he would want to whisk away his bride to the
other side of the world. The unexpected had happened, however. Pretty
Mrs. Gifford had decided that the claims of matrimony outweighed all
consideration for her pupils, and had gone without even a good-bye,
leaving Miss Todd to reign in her stead.
There was no doubt that Miss Todd was admirably fitted to fill the post.
Possibly, unknown to the girls, she had been gravitating towards it ever
since her principal's hasty war wedding. Certainly she was ready, with
the utmost calm, to take over the school at the critical moment, and
transfer the connection from Mrs. Gifford's name to her own. She was a
woman of decided character, at her prime intellectually and physically,
tremendously interested in reconstruction problems, and longing to try
some educational experiments. So far, her ambitious schemes had been
much hampered by her Head. Mrs. Gifford, pleasant and popular both with
girls and parents, had clung to old-fashioned methods, and had been very
difficult to move in the matter of modern innovations. She had always
put on the curb when the second mistress's fertile imagination had
pranced away on Utopian lines. To an ardent spirit, steeped in new
race-ideals, and longing for an opportunity of serving her generation,
it was a proud moment when she suddenly found herself in a position to
carry out her pet schemes unchecked. On this first day of the new term
she moved round the school with the satisfaction of an admiral reviewing
a battleship.
It was much to Miss Todd's credit that she was able to take her fresh
duties quite calmly, and without any fuss or exhibition of nerves. She
was not a nervy woman, to begin with, and she had made a great point of
cultivating self-control. With her tall figure, clear grey eyes, bright
complexion, and abundant chestnut hair, she made a very favourable
impression upon those parents who had brought their daughters back to
school in person. At the moment when Wendy, Sadie, Tattie, Magsie, and
Vi were sitting grousing in the wheelbarrow, Miss Todd, in the
drawing-room, was completing an arrangement which was largely to affect
their future.
"It's very short notice, of course," she was saying. "But, as it
happens, there's a vacant bed, and I can manage it perfectly well."
"That's just a real relief to me!" replied a pleasant American voice
from the sofa. "We can't take Diana with us to Paris, and I don't want
to burden my cousin with her, so I said to my husband: 'There's nothing
for it but school, only it must be a good one'. Well, we motored along
to the nearest clergyman, introduced ourselves, and asked him to
recommend a real first-class, high-toned British school that would take
in Diana, and he said: 'Why, there's one on the spot here--you needn't
go any farther!' Time was getting short, so we brought her right along.
I must say I'm satisfied with all I've seen, and the talk I've had with
you, and I feel we're leaving her in good hands. My cousin, Mrs.
Burritt, will send over the rest of her things from Petteridge, and if
there's anything else she needs please get it for her. Well, Steve, if
we've to catch that 4.30 train, we must be going."
The tall dark gentleman in the arm-chair consulted his watch and rose
hastily.
"Just time if we put on some speed; but the roads are execrable," he
vouchsafed.
The central figure around whom this conversation had revolved had been
sitting in the window gazing at the view over the lake. She now turned
her head sharply, with an inscrutable expression in her dark grey eyes,
and, walking across to her father, linked her arm in his. He bent down
and whispered a few rapid words into her ear. Her mother patted her on
the shoulder reassuringly.
"You're going to have a good time, Diana. Why, I expect you won't be
wanting us to come back, you'll be so happy here. Address your letters
under cover of the American Embassy, Paris, till we send you the name of
our hotel. Good-bye! Be a good child and a credit to us."
The leave-taking was perhaps purposely cut short. Mr. and Mrs. Hewlitt
each bestowed a swift kiss upon their daughter, then made a hasty exit
to their waiting car, and were whirled away in the direction of Glenbury
Station and the 4.30 train, and their ultimate destination of Paris.
Ten minutes later Lennie Browne, one of the juniors, disturbed the
quintette on the wheelbarrow with a message.
"Miss Todd's sent me to find you," she announced. "You've got to come
and make friends with a new girl."
Sadie, Vi, and Tattie quitted their seats so suddenly that Magsie and
Wendy, still resting on the handles, came croppers on to the grass.
Wendy rolled over into a comfortable position, and did not trouble to
rise.
"Bunkum!" she remarked incredulously. "Don't try to rag _me_, Lennie
Browne, for it won't come off. As it happens, I asked Toddlekins half an
hour ago, and she said there were _no_ new girls. There!"
"Well, there's one now, at any rate."
Wendy looked at her pityingly, and shook her head.
"Lennie, you're a decent kid, but you're not clever. If you'd really
wanted to have us on successfully, why didn't you try something more out
of the common? You've a great lack of imagination. Anybody--yes,
_anybody_--could have thought of inventing a new girl!"
"But I _haven't_ invented her--she's really here! She walked with me as
far as the sundial, and I left her sitting on the seat while I went to
look for you. I said I wouldn't be a minute. Why, there she is!--come to
see what's become of me."
The quintette turned hastily, to find themselves confronted with an
absolute endorsement of the truth of Lennie's statements. A stranger of
about fourteen was walking towards them, or perhaps "shambling" would be
a better description of her method of progress. She stooped badly, swung
her arms in an awkward fashion, and shuffled her feet along the grass;
her eyes were vacant, her chin was retreating, and her mouth was set in
a foolish smile. For a full ghastly minute she stood and stared at the
girls, and they, in utter and amazed consternation, could not think of a
single intelligent remark with which to break the silence. Magsie was
the first to recover herself.
"You--you've only just come, I suppose?" she gasped, as politely as she
could.
The stranger gave a sickly giggle.
"Are you my new schoolfellows?" she asked in a low creaking voice.
"Miss Todd said you'd be pleased to see me, and I must make friends with
you. I've been wanting a bosom friend, so I'll just pick one of you out.
Let me see"--running her vacant eyes over the group and singling out
Wendy--"I may as well choose you as anybody. Are you ready to be my
chum?"
Wendy flushed scarlet, and, jumping up from the grass, brushed some dead
leaves from her dress.
"It's too soon to think about chums yet," she returned. "You haven't
even told us your name, and you don't know ours. Where do you come
from?"
"That means, I suppose, that you don't want me for a friend!" rasped the
creaking voice. "Don't you like the look of me? What's wrong with me
now? Please tell me, for I'd really like to know. I'm just crazy to make
friends."
In huge embarrassment Wendy and her companions stared at the
extraordinary stranger. She bore their united gaze without flinching.
She even turned round slowly, so that they might have an adequate view
of her foolish profile, protruding lips, and retreating chin.
"Do tell me what's wrong with me?" she repeated.
No one volunteered a criticism, and for another whole minute there was
dead silence. Then a brisk voice remarked:
"Would this style suit you better now, I wonder?"
The girls caught their breath in amazement. The stooping, slouching
figure had suddenly straightened itself up, the protruding lips had set
into a small, neat mouth, the receding chin had come forward, and the
vacant eyes were twinkling with mirth. Instead of a half-idiotic, and
wholly unattractive, specimen of girlhood, a very charming little
personality stood before them. The transformation was so utter that at
first the audience simply gaped, then with one accord they exploded into
laughter and words.
"Oh, I say!"
"You fraud!"
"I really thought you were dotty!"
"How _did_ you do it?"
"You looked too awful for words!"
"You haven't told us your name yet!"
"Can you do it again?"
The stranger curtsied, dropped her jaw, set her eyes in a glassy stare,
and, resuming the creaking voice, bleated forth:
"Thank you! Thank you for welcoming me! I'm called Miranda Jane Judkins,
and I come from Conic Section Farm, Squashville, Massachusetts. Which of
you wants to chum with me? Don't all speak at once!"
"Oh, for goodness' sake drop that awful face! It absolutely gives me
spasms!" hinnied Magsie. "It's the very image of a village idiot who
used to terrify me when I was a kiddie. Don't look at me with those
horrid eyes! I shall have a fit!"
"Look here, you mad thing!" said Vi. "Can't you tell us who you really
are?"
"Miss Judkins."
"No, no! Your real name! Stop ragging!"
Once more the half-witted, shambling figure gave place to a sparkling,
self-possessed, laughing young witch of fourteen, who with another mock
curtsy introduced herself.
"Diana Hewlitt--quick-change artiste. Entertainments arranged at any
moment. Reserved seats, five shillings. Proceeds to the Red Cross Fund.
Oh, I believe at first I really _did_ take you in!"
"You did," admitted Wendy; "because, of course, we weren't expecting it.
We shall know you better now, and be prepared. I say, you're rather a
sport! Where have you turned up from? Miss Todd said only an hour ago
there weren't any new girls."
"No doubt she told the truth. There weren't then! Why, an hour since we
were just half-way between Glassenrigg and Scawdale, pelting along at
about double the speed limit. Miss Todd didn't even know of my
existence. I've been dropped upon her like a bolt from the blue. I must
say I admired the calm way she fixed up to take me, all in ten minutes.
Most Britishers wouldn't have fallen in so quickly with Dad's lightning
methods, but she seemed to understand right away."
"Are you American, then?"
"Rather! I was born under the Stars and Stripes. Never saw England till
we crossed this summer. Dad's just been called over to Paris, and d'you
know, they've let Mother go with him, but they wouldn't give _me_ a
passport. Wasn't it real mean of them? I do think the War Office is the
limit! Well, of course, the question was: what could be done with me. I
said: 'Leave me at Petteridge'. But Mother said: 'No; I'm not going to
dump you on Cousin Coralie; she'd be down with nervous exhaustion at the
end of a fortnight. School's the place for you, and we've got to rake
round and find a school in double-quick time'. Dad nodded, and just rang
up and ordered the car, and we started out with no more idea than the
man in the moon where I was going to be landed. I'm glad fate tossed me
here, though. It looks nice; kind of a real old-world flavour about the
place, somehow. I'm crazy on old things--Scott's novels, you know, and
castles, and all the rest of it. When I heard this was called Pendlemere
Abbey, I said: 'That'll do! Take me there!' So here I am!"
"It takes one's breath away," commented Tattie. "I don't know that I'd
like to be whisked off to school in such a precious hurry myself."
"It's rather as if the pixies had dropped you," laughed Vi.
"Right you are! I guess I'm a pixie sort of girl. Please don't expect
'prunes and prism' from me, for you won't get them!"
"I don't know that we want them," chuckled Wendy.
"That takes a weight off my mind, then," twinkled Diana. "I like
mediaeval abbeys and black beams and raftered roofs, and even ghosts; but
I don't know that I exactly want mediaeval schoolgirls."
"Don't alarm yourself," said Wendy, clapping her on the shoulder. "I
assure you you'll find us all absolutely and entirely modern and
up-to-date."