Gwendoline looked at Darrell with her usual scowl. She really felt miserable in the cold weather, for she came from an overheated home and could not get used to the fresh-air atmosphere of school. It annoyed her to see Darrell without a single chilblain, and to watch her race out happily into the frosty air for her lacrosse practice.
Belinda came slipping up behind Gwendoline, who was quite unaware that she was scowling. Belinda's quick pencil set to work. Mavis nudged Gwen.
'Look out? Here's Belinda again!'
Ciwen turned round quickly, trying to smooth the scowl off her face—but it was difficult to feel angry and yet not scowl!
'Go away, Belinda! I don't want you to draw me!' she said, peevishly. T wish you'd leave me alone. I hate the way you come slinking up-—J call it really sly.'
'Oh no!' said Belinda. 'I'm just interested in you, that's all. You have such a lovely scowl—the ugliest in the whole school, I should think. Do, do scowl, Gwen, and let me draw it.'
Gwen stopped hereself from scowling, but it was a very
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great effort. Belinda grinned.
"Poor Gwendoline Mary—so annoyed, that it makes her want to scowl more fiercely than ever—but she won't! Well, never mind—I'll watch for the next time.'
She went away, and everyone laughed. Gwen's eyes filled with easy tears. She could aways cry at any moment. How hateful Belinda was. Gwen thought she really must go and scowl at herself in the mirror, then she would see what was so unique about it. It probably was no worse a scowl than Mavis's or Bill's—but that horrid Belinda thought it was a fine way to tease her.
Darrell came in after her lacrosse practice, glowing and beaming. 'I say, girls! What do you think? I may be a reserve for the third match-team! Only the third reserve—but it's something!'
'What's a reserve?' asked Zerelda, thinking it must be something marvellous, judging by Darrell's shining eyes.
'Well—if three girls fall out from the next match-team, I'd take the place of the third one,' explained Darrell.
'Third reserves never play,' remarked Alicia. 'Everybody knows that. So don't hope too much, Darrell.'
'I'm not,' said Darrell. 'Alicia, I do wish you would get a bit of coaching too. Molly's tine—takes no end of trouble.'
'That fat, clumsy Molly!' murmured Zerelda, in her lazy drawl. 'Gee—I just can't bear to look at her!'
It was silly of Zerelda to say things like that. It made Darrell and Jean and the rest of the keen lacrosse players annoyed. What did it matter what Molly looked like? She was a splendid games captain, and had won more matches than had been won for years by Malory Towers!
'She may be fat, but she's not clumsy—she's a fast runner and very powerful,' said Darrell, stoutly.
'I'll say she is!' said Zerelda. T met her running down the stairs the other day, and I thought there was an earthquake coming. But it was only her great feet pounding on the stairs.
You can keep your Mollies! I don't want them. All brawn and no brains or charm!'
'And you, I suppose, are all charm, and no brains?' said Alicia's smooth, malicious voice. 'How nice! Well, America can keep her Zereldas. They're not much good here!'
Zerelda flushed scarlet and bit her lip. The others held their breath, expecting an outburst. But it didn't come.
'I guess I asked for that,' said Zerelda, stiffly, and she got up. She said no more, but went out of the room as gracefully as ever.
Nobody said anything. They felt uncomfortable. It wasn't right to taunt a girl when they had all decided to be nice to her—but on the other hand Zerelda was really very annoying and deserved to be ticked off.
'Where's Bill?' asked Darrell, to change the subject.
'Where do you suppose?' said Belinda. 'Giving titbits in the stable.'
'Well, I wish she wouldn't,' said Jean. 'It's absolutely flat disobedience, and she'll get into a terrific row if she's found out. I've argued with her and rowed her and told her to obey Miss Peters in case something worse happens—but she simply won't listen. 1 might as well talk to a stone wall.'
'She says Thunder isn't well," said Mary-Lou.
'Imagination!' scoffed Alicia. 'She just says that so that she can go and see him without too guilty a conscience.'
'No. I am sure she really does think Thunder isn't well,' said Mary-Lou, in her gentle voice. 'She's very worried about him.
'Well, why doesn't she ask Miss Peters to get the vet to him?' said Irene.
'Because if she does Miss Peters will want to know how she knows he's not well,' explained Mary-Lou. 'And then the fat will be in the tire!'
'And there will be a sizzling noise and Miss Peters will go up in smoke!' said Belinda, taking out her pencil to draw
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Miss Peters going up in smoke.
Somebody put their head in at the common-room door. 'Hey there! Parcel post is in—and there's a parcel for you, Alicia.'
'Thanks," said Alicia, and got up to go and get it. 'Hope it's some chocolates from my godmother. She usually sends me a box each term.'
She disappeared. Belinda finished her drawing and handed it round. Everyone yelled with laughter. Miss Peters was floating upwards, enveloped in smoke, and lightning was flashing from the smoke.
'Lovely!' said Darrell. T wish 1 could draw like you. 1 can't do anything like that! You're lucky, Belinda.'
'Yes, I am,' said Belinda, taking back her drawing, and adding a few more strokes. 'Don't know what I should do if 1 couldn't draw. I'd be miserable! Well, so would Irene be miserable if she couldn't have her music!"
'And I should be very very miserable without my voice,' said Mavis at once.
'Yes. You'd be ten times more miserable than either Irene or Belinda,' said Jean. 'And I'll tell you why. Because you just wouldn't be anything without your voice, Mavis! After all, Irene is good at maths, and she plays quite a good game of lacrosse, and she's always ready to have a bit of fun— like Belinda, who's pretty fair at everything besides being gifted at drawing. But you're nothing but a Voice! Take that away and I don't believe anyone would know you were here!'
'I can't help having a voice that overpowers the rest of me,' said Mavis, complacently. 'It's not my fault if I seem all Voice to you. When I'm an opera-singer I shall...'
This was the signal for everyone to begin talking at the tops of their voices. It didn't matter what they said, they just talked to drown Mavis's familiar parrot-cry. As they talked they laughed to see her annoyed face, its small dark eyes gleaming spitefully.
Well—she didn't care! Wait till she was a bit older — then she would show the others what a gift like hers meant. She would sweep the whole world to rapture over her unique voice. Her family and her singing teachers marvelled at her voice, and were never tired of predicting a wonderful career. She could wait for that, even if it meant putting up with commonplace people like the third-formers!
Alicia came in with her parcel. 'It's not from my godmother,' she said, 'so don't crowd round me too hopefully. It's from Sam.'
Sam was one of her brothers, a scamp if ever there was one. The third-formers were never tired of hearing of his escapades.
is it some sort of joke to play, do you think?' asked Darrell, eagerly. 'Alicia, you haven't played a trick for ages. I do hope it's a good one!'
Alicia opened the parcel. Out fell a small box. Belinda picked it up and looked at it. Something was written on the lid.
'Sneeze, Boys, Sneeze!'
'Whatever does it mean?' said Darrell, thrilled. 'Let's open the box.'
'Well, look out then,' said Alicia, shaking out a letter from her brother. 'Don't spill the contents. They may be valuable!'
Darrell opened the box. It was full of little white pellets, round and flat, about half an inch in diameter. 'Whatever are they?' said Darrell. 'And why the funny label on t
he box— "Sneeze, Boys, Sneeze!"?'
Alicia was reading Sam's letter and chuckling. 'Listen to this.' she said. 'Sam really is a scamp. These pellets have been made by one of the boys in his form—he's a bit of an inventor in his way. What you do is to put a pellet on a shelf, damp it wth a solution of salt water, and then leave it. In half an hour it sends off a kind of vapour that gets up people's noses and makes them sneeze terrificallv!"
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Everyone laughed. 'Sam says he did it to his drawing master,' said Alicia, chuckling again. 'And he sneezed forty-three times. The boys counted. What a joke!1
'Let's play it on Miss Peters!' said Darrell, thrilled. 'Oh, do let's!'
The idea of hearing the hearty Miss Peters sneezing forty-three times was very tempting. Alicia read Sam's letter to the end. 'He says on no account must we use more than one pellet at a time, because the effects are very bad if too much vapour gets up anyone's nose. And he says the pellet-vapour only floats out about four feet—so if we do play the trick on Miss Peters, she will start sneezing her head off—but we shan't sneeze at all!'
'It sounds an absolutely super trick,' said Darrell. "Really super! Alicia, we must play it. I should die of laughing to see Miss Peters sneezing like that. She has such a very terrifically loud sneeze—almost louder than anyone else's in the school.'
'Well—we mustn't begin to giggle too soon or giggle too much in case Miss Peters smells a rat,' said Alicia. 'Though I don't see how she can. After all, she will be the only one who sneezes.'
Everyone felt really thrilled. A trick on Miss Peters! Very few third-formers had ever dared to play jokes on her, for she was sharp, and so swift with punishment that usually nobody dared to annoy her too much. But this trick was surely foolproof!
'When can we play it? Tomorrow?' asked Darrell.
'No. Wait till we've got a test in maths or something,' said Alicia. 'Then, if Miss Peters sneezes too much, we shan't have the test!'
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THE next excitement was that Sally came back! Darrell was overjoyed. She hugged Sally, and they both began to talk at once.
'It's good to be back! I did hate not coming at the beginning of the term!'
'Oh, Sally, I have missed you! There's lots to tell you.'
'You wrote awfully good letters. I'm longing to see Bill and Zerelda. Wasn't it a shame missing everything!'
Everyone was pleased to see Sally back—everyone that is, except Alicia. Alicia had got used to having Darrell for her companion and friend. Now she would have to share her with Sally—and she might not even be able to share her! Darrell might not want to bother with Alicia, with Sally back again.
So Alicia greeted Sally rather coolly, and made quite a show of being friendly with Darrell, hoping that Darrell would still want her for a friend. But Dan-ell forgot all about Alicia for a few days, she was so pleased that Sally was back.
There was so much news to exchange, so much to discuss. Sally marvelled at Zerelda and her ways, and heard two or three times all about how she had been taken from the fourth form and put into the third. She marvelled at Bill too and her prowess in the gym and on horseback. She thought Mavis and her voice were more difficult than ever to put up with. She was amused at the way Gwendoline followed Zerelda around and was not taken much notice oil
'Oh, Darrell—you don't know how good it is to be back again!' said Sally, happily. T kept on and on thinking of you all—working in class—joking with Mam'zelle Dupont, and being ticked off by Mam'zelle Rougier—and playing lacrosse.
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and having fun in the gym, and roasting chestnuts by the lire in the common-room. 1 was absolutely home-sick for school!'
'Well, now you're back again at last,' said Darrell. 'I chummed up with Alicia whilst you were away, Sally. Betty's in quarantine for whooping-cough and isn't back yet. so she was on her own and so was I.'
Sally didn't very much like the idea of Darrell being friends with Alicia. She felt jealousy creeping up in her. Jealousy was one of Sally's failings. She had conquered it for some time—but it came slipping into her heart again now when she saw how friendly Alicia was with Darrell. She didn't like it at all.
So Sally was as cool with Alicia as Alicia was cool with Sally, and Darrell was surprised and grieved about it. She had hoped that once Sally had settled in, she and Sally and Alicia might be companions till Betty came back. It didn't seem to Darrell to be quite fair to throw off Alicia entirely, as soon as Sally came back.
Darrell told Sally about Alicia's proposed trick. Sally didn't seem to think it a good trick to play at all!
'It's silly to play a trick like that on Miss Peters,' she said. * For one thing, she'll guess it's a trick and will deal out awful punishments—and for another thing I don't much like those tricks that make people have sneezing fits. I think they're a bit dangerous.'
'Oh, Sally!' said Darrell, really disappointed. 'I thought you'd be so thrilled. Don't be so prim and solemn! I believe it's just because it's Alicia s trick you don't like it!'
Sally was hurt. 'All right-—if you like to think things like that of me, you can.' she said. 'I suppose you think I'm jealous of Alicia. Well, I'm not. 1 can quite see why you like her so much—-jolly, witty, amusing—all the things I'm not!'
Now it was Darrell's turn to look hurt. 'You're silly. Sally,' she said. "Yes. you are! You know you're my friend and I only went with Alicia and Alicia with me because you and
Betty were away. Don't spoil things, Sally."
'All right. I'll try not to,' said Sally, with an effort. But jealousy is a very hard thing to fight and an even harder thing to defeat. Try as she would Sally could not stop herself from being a little spiteful about Alicia, and she was so cool to her that Alicia, tickled to see her jealousy, began to play up to Darrell even more.
'Oh dear!' sighed Darrell to herself one afternoon as she ran out for a lacrosse practice,' why is it that Alicia is always so specially nice to me in front of Sally—and why has Sally changed so much? She is jealous, I know—but does jealousy change people such a lot?'
Darrell wasn't at all jealous herself. It was not in her nature, so she couldn't really understand Sally's feelings. She saw both sides very clearly. Sally didn't like Alicia and wanted Darrell's entire friendship. Alicia didn't see why she should give up Darrell's companionship completely just because Sally had come back. Why not a threesome till Betty returned?
'Well, I shan't think about either of them!' said Darrell, as she caught the lacrosse ball very deftly, spun round and sent it cleanly and swiftly to another player. So she didn't bother about anything except giving her whole attention to the fun of running and catching and throwing.
Molly Ronaldson was really pleased with her. It was not only Darrell's swiftness and deftness that made her pleased, but the girl's keenness. She had never missed a practice, she had come out in the coldest weather and the bitterest winds. She was a Good Sport—and Molly Ronaldson had no higher praise for anyone than that.
'Darrell Rivers, count yourself as third reserve for the third match-team,' she said, as she went off the field with Darrell.
'I'll put the notice up on the board this evening. There's always a chance you might play in a match, so keep up your practice. In this term there's such a lot of illness and people
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often fall out by the dozen.'
'Oh, Molly—thank you!' said Darrell, finding it quit difficult to speak, she was so overcome. 'I won't let you down- I'll not miss a single practice, even if it snows! I say, I do think it's super of you!'
'No, it isn't really,' said Molly. 'I'm thinking of the team. You're good enough—so in you go—as reserve first, with a faint chance of playing in a match later on.'
Darrell rushed indoors, walking on air. Luckily she didn't collide with M
am'zelle round the corner this time. All she did was to bump into a bunch of fourth-formers, who scattered in alarm at her headlong rush.
'Darrell Rivers! Are you mad?' said Lucy.
'No! Well, perhaps I am a bit!' said Darrell. 'I'm third reserve for the third match-team! Molly's just told me.'
'That's jolly good,' said Ellen. 'Congratulations! Lucky thing! I'll never be in any match-team, and I'm a fourth-former. '
Everyone seemed pleased and clapped Darrell on the back. She rushed to the third form common-room to break the news there. Most of the girls were there, sitting about, reading, playing games or sewing. They looked up as Darrell burst in.
'Here comes the hurricane!' said Alicia, with a grin. 'Shut the door, for goodness' sake, Darrell. There's an icy blast blowing round my legs already.'
Darrell slammed the door. 'Girls, I'm third reserve!' she announced. 'Molly's putting it up on the notice board tonight.'
Alicia, who had been a little annoyed at Darrell's success at lacrosse that term, made up her mind to be pleased about it this time. It wouldn't do for her to be sour over this and Sally to be sweet! So she leapt up, thumped Darrell on the back, and yelled congratulations as if there had never before been anyone in the reserve.
She would hardly let Sally get near Darrell. Jean was pleased too, and Irene and Belinda came round to marvel.
Even Mary Lou added her bit, and Zerelda smiled and looked pleased, though secretly she wondered how anyone could possibly be so thrilled about such a peculiar thing. Altogether it was quite a triumph for Darrell, and she basked in the admiration with delight.