as gwen went down the corridor she noticed a small crowd collected round the notice board, and, edging her way in among the crush, read an announcement which bessie manners, the head girl, had just pinned up.
"there will be a general meeting of the seniors at 2 p.m. in the sixth form room. business—to consider what steps can be taken for an adequate celebration of the school anniversary. all are urged to attend."
"hello! whence this thusness?" exclaimed gwen. "what have we got to do with the school anniversary? i thought miss roscoe engineered the whole of it!"
"so she does, ordinarily," answered moira thompson, one of the prefects. "but we want this to be a very special festivity; not just the usual picnic or garden party."
"but why?"
"haven't time to explain now. come to the meeting and we'll expound our views. i think it's a ripping notion of bessie's myself."
"do give me a hint!"
but moira shook her head and passed on, leaving
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gwen to curb her curiosity until two o'clock, for the prefects had not imparted their plans to anybody as yet, and none of her own form could enlighten her.
at the hour stated nearly all the seniors presented themselves in the sixth form room. bessie manners was voted to the chair, and at once began an explanation of why she had called the meeting.
"girls," she said, "you all know that we're accustomed to have some kind of festivity on 1st june, the day of our school anniversary. now it happens that this particular occasion is one of more than usual interest. miss roscoe has been principal of rodenhurst for exactly ten years, and it seems only fitting that due recognition should be made of the circumstance. the question that we have met to discuss is the shape and form in which we can adequately celebrate this event. we feel that the suggestion ought to come from the girls themselves, though we may need aid from the mistresses in carrying it out. i shall be glad if anyone who has a plan to lay before the meeting will propose it."
"i am sure," began moira thompson, rising in response to bessie's nod, "that everybody would like to show miss roscoe how we value her as a headmistress. for my part i think there should be a testimonial, subscribed for in the school, and that we might have a public presentation of it."
"hear! hear!"
"what kind of a testimonial?" asked one of the girls.
"that remains to be discussed, and would, of course, depend upon how much was collected."
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"a silver tea service, or something of that kind?" enquired natalie preston, one of the prefects.
"probably: we shall have to find out what miss roscoe would like best."
"and where would the celebrations come in?" asked iris watson.
"that also must be talked over. so far, miss roscoe has always arranged a treat for the school on anniversary day, but we think this year it ought to be the other way, and the girls arrange a treat for miss roscoe and the mistresses. i'm sure they'd appreciate it."
"each form might have a collecting book. we ought to raise quite a handsome sum," said bessie manners. "then there could be a garden fête for the presentation."
"only for the school? or would parents and friends be allowed to come?" asked one of the sixth.
"i don't see why they shouldn't. it would make the affair seem of more importance. we could get up an extra fund to provide afternoon tea."
"or get it catered for, and let people pay for their own."
"like one does at a bazaar?"
"exactly."
"the idea is feasible. anybody any amendments to offer?" said bessie.
then a sudden and brilliant suggestion came to gwen—one of those lucky flashes of inspiration that occasionally, in our happier moments, strike us.
"may i speak?" she cried impulsively, starting up.
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"by all means," nodded chairman bessie.
"it seems to me," said gwen, "that if we're going to do this thing at all, it might just as easily be on a large scale as a small one. miss roscoe, no doubt, would be very pleased with a silver tea service, but i know something i believe she'd like far better. don't you remember how frightfully interested she is in the new convalescent home? she urged us all to help it if we could. suppose we could raise enough money to found a cot, and call it the rodenhurst cot, wouldn't that be a nice memorial?"
"after miss roscoe's own heart!" gasped bessie.
"ripping!" agreed most of the girls.
"but what would it cost? is it possible?" enquired olga hunter.
"i believe it is. we have some papers at the parsonage about the convalescent home. i was looking at them only yesterday. any donor of £100 is to be allowed to name a cot, and nominate the special children who occupy it. now in this big school we ought to be able to raise £100."
"a large order," said natalie preston.
"not if it's undertaken systematically. as it's for a charitable object we can ask subscriptions from outsiders."
"i see your point," said bessie. "yes, we could beg for the convalescent home when we couldn't ask for contributions for a personal testimonial to miss roscoe. but this would please her far more. a rodenhurst cot! she'd love it!"
"if each girl in the school could collect five shillings," continued gwen, "that would be over seventy-
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five pounds. then suppose on anniversary day we had a grand gymkhana, and charged a shilling admission. surely every girl could persuade two people to come, which would make at least six hundred guests. six hundred shillings mean thirty pounds, so there you are!"
"we could have tea extra and perhaps sell flowers," added olga hunter, as an amendment "i'm willing to second the proposal."
"it certainly sounds feasible on these lines. we might even raise more than the hundred pounds," said bessie.
"in that case we could add a personal testimonial to miss roscoe."
"hear! hear!" shouted several.
"put the motion in due form, gwen."
"i beg to propose that in order to celebrate the tenth year of miss roscoe's headmistress-ship, and the seventeenth anniversary of the school, we should endeavour to collect £100 to found a rodenhurst cot in the convalescent home," proclaimed gwen.
"and i beg to second that proposal," said olga hunter enthusiastically.
"all in favour please signify!" murmured chairman bessie.
such a chorus of "aye!" came in response that the motion was carried unanimously, and nothing remained but to discuss details.
"we shall have to let the juniors know about it, and start them collecting," said natalie preston.
"we'd better each collect as much as possible in our own district or parish," suggested gwen. "lesbia
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and i, for instance, can undertake skelwick. i'm sure some of the people there would give towards a cot."
"then we'll have cards or books to enter the amounts?"
"of course."
"what about the gymkhana?"
"we must appoint a special committee to arrange a programme and competitions, and ask people if they'll offer prizes."
"i vote we appoint the prefects, then, as a committee."
"right-o!"
gwen came away from the meeting with flying colours. she had certainly made a proposition which nobody else had thought of, but which all acknowledged was exactly the most fitting to meet the circumstances. for the first time in her experience she found her remarks receiving the attention not only of her own form, but even of the sixth. the prefects, mindful of their dignity, generally held themselves aloof, so it was indeed a triumph for gwen to be seized upon, after the meeting was over, by bessie manners, and consulted upon the general working of the scheme. to walk down the corridor linked arm in arm with the head girl was a distinction that fell to few, and gwen, though she accepted the honour with apparent unconsciousness, knew perfectly well that it would make an enormous difference to her position in the school. for the moment she was talked about. her plan for the cot was called "gwen gascoyne's scheme", and to her was given the entire credit for originating it. the more the idea was discussed, the more everybody liked it. the mistresses sympathized
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heartily, and the juniors promised earnest co-operation. gwen, for once, was appreciated to her heart's content. it was wonderful how gracious the prefects were towards her, and how the members of her own form suddenly treated her with respect. after so long a period of unpopularity it was very sweet to find general opinion had thus veered round, and gwen enjoyed her new character of organizer to the full. she threw herself heart and soul into the working of her scheme, and thanks partly to her parish experience at skelwick, and partly to a practical element in her composition, she was able to give really good and helpful advice, both as to the collecting of the fund, and the arranging of the gymkhana. there was very little time before the day of the anniversary, so those in authority were obliged to push matters as fast as they could. each girl in the school begged in her own circle most assiduously, and from the reports that began to be circulated the result seemed most encouraging.
"i believe we're going to get the £100 just by collecting, and that the gymkhana will be extra," said bessie manners exultingly. "by the by, miss roscoe wishes it to be known that she would much prefer not to be offered a private testimonial, but that everything should go towards the cot."
"oh, we wanted to give her some remembrance, though," cried several of the girls, rather disappointed.
"i'd set my heart on her having a silver teapot at least," said iris watson.
"it's just like miss roscoe not to want anything
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personal," said gwen. "i must say i admire her for it. she always reminds me of an ancient roman—the state first and foremost in her estimation, and herself nowhere."
"yes, she'd sacrifice a good deal for the sake of the school," agreed bessie manners.
it was decided to turn the anniversary into a kind of floral fête, to be held in the large cricket field. there were to be morris dances, a maypole dance, a procession of decorated bicycles, and numerous athletic competitions. tea, coffee, and lemonade would be served at tables on the ground, and flowers and sweets could be carried round in baskets and sold during the afternoon. it was wonderful when once the ball had been set rolling how quickly offers of help flowed in. the girls' parents and friends approved of the idea of a "rodenhurst" cot for the convalescent home, and were most kind in their contributions. enough cakes were promised to provide amply for afternoon tea. bessie manners's mother undertook to send a supply of ices, and a generous store of sweets and flowers seemed forthcoming. to have such an excellent mutual object to work for seemed to unite all the members of the school, and especially to break down the barrier between seniors and juniors which had hitherto existed. while before it had hardly been considered etiquette for the sixth and fifth to talk to those in the lower forms, they might now be seen conferring on quite pleasant terms about the gymkhana, comparing notes on subscriptions, and making arrangements for flower selling and sweet vending.
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considering the large amount of home preparation that was expected from her in view of the forthcoming examinations, gwen found she had set herself a task in undertaking any more work, but by arranging her time very carefully, she managed to perform one set of duties without neglecting another. she and lesbia collected fifteen and ninepence for the cot among their friends in skelwick, and wrote down the various items with much satisfaction in a notebook supplied for the purpose. the gascoynes did not possess bicycles, so could not join the cycle parade, but lesbia was to sing in one of the glees, and gwen meant to enter for certain of the athletic sports. her long arms and legs would, she hoped, stand her in good stead in a contest of running or jumping, and even if she did not win a prize, it was worth competing for the mere fun of the thing. giles and basil were scarcely less excited, for the boys' preparatory department was to have its share in the celebrations, and they looked forward to showing their prowess in public. they spent much of their spare time in training for various olympic games, an occupation of which beatrice heartily approved.
"it keeps them out of mischief for the whole evening," she declared. "i bless the gymkhana."
"it's wonderful how it's drawn everyone together at school," observed gwen. "even miss roscoe isn't nearly as starchy as usual, and miss trent was quite jolly when we were talking over the programme. as for upper and lower school, we just ignore any distinction between the two when it's a question of the fête."
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"i'm glad to hear it," said beatrice, "i always thought the seniors at rodenhurst were much too stand-off. it will do them a world of good to forget their dignity for once, and mix freely with the rest of the school."
"yes, it's quite a comfort to be able to talk to lesbia in the gym. now," agreed gwen.
"do you mean to say you couldn't before?" exclaimed beatrice. "things weren't so bad as that when i was there."
"etiquette's been getting stricter and stricter since you left. the prefects of about two years ago started the notion that seniors must keep to themselves, and not have anything to do with juniors, and you know when an idea like that gets broached how everybody takes it up and sticks to it. it's impossible to defy a rule of that kind just 'on one's own'."
"i know; rules the girls make for themselves are generally better kept than those made at headquarters. i agree that you couldn't break through the etiquette of your form. still, i'm glad the barrier is down at last, and hope it will never be raised again."
"i shan't be the one to plant a stake in the fence of division!" laughed gwen.
practising for the various items of the fête proceeded briskly at rodenhurst. the younger girls, during the winter course of dancing lessons, had learned to plait the maypole, and to execute some lively morris dances. though miss robins, their teacher, was not in stedburgh during the summer, they remembered their steps quite well enough to enable them to give a performance, with the aid of a little supervision from some of
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their elders. various members of the seniors, who understood morris dancing, undertook to superintend rehearsals, and drill the small girls in any details they had forgotten. it was thought that this portion of the entertainment would form a great attraction of the fête, and give it somewhat the character of a may day celebration. the juniors who were fortunate enough to be taking part were immensely important, and keenly anxious to make their contribution to the programme a complete success. they turned up loyally for rehearsals, and were unwearied in practising any difficult bits where there was a likelihood of a hitch occurring.
one afternoon, about two o'clock, gwen, with her virgil in her hand, sauntered down the rodenhurst garden into the playing field which lay at the back of the school. she was anxious to seize the half-hour for preparation, as she knew she would have scant time in the evening for all she was obliged to finish, and she hoped to find a quiet corner in the open air, where she might study in peace. as she walked along, seeking a shady spot, she was attracted by the sound of angry voices, and peeping over the hedge that divided the small playing field from the larger hockey and cricket field, she saw a selection of second form girls collected for a rehearsal. netta goodwin was the senior in command, and with netta these juniors were evidently having an excited altercation.
"but moira thompson didn't do that!" shrieked an indignant voice.
"do as i tell you!" ordered netta tartly. "you lot go over there, and begin your dance, and ida
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bridge and peggie weston stop here and hold this rope."
"but i'm the leader!" wailed ida. "they can't get on without me!"
"they'll have to, for once."
"but it's not fair! you've come to help us to practise—not for us to help you!"
"that's as i like to arrange it!"
"oh, you are a beast!"
"apologize for that word, or i'll spiflicate you! where are your manners?"
"if you're not fair, we shan't mind manners, so there!"
"ida bridge, do you intend to hold this rope?"
"shan't! i'd rather tell miss trent first."
"you miserable little sneak!"
"i'm not a sneak! it's your fault! why can't you take our rehearsal properly, like the others did? we're wasting time."
"so we are! get to business, you kids over there. why don't you begin your precious dance?"
"we can't without ida and peggie—specially ida!" fumed the performers.
"well, i've told you i want them myself, and you'll just have to manage as best you can. now then, off you go—one—two—three! bother the lot of you! what are you waiting for?"
"for ida bridge."
"you won't get her!"
"then the rehearsal's off!"
"no, it's not off, you lazy little wretches! you can manage all right if you like; i know perfectly well
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you can! it's just a piece of obstinacy. pig policy doesn't pay with me, i assure you! i've been put in authority for this afternoon, and i mean to have my own way, so i give you warning. start that dance instantly, and ida and peggie hold this rope."
instead of obeying, the juniors crowded round netta uttering protests and reproaches in a perfect chorus of mutiny. gwen, who could not quite grasp the cause of the quarrel, made her way through a gap in the hedge and entered the large field.
"what's all the shindy about?" she enquired. "you're like a set of wild irishmen at a fair. i thought you were supposed to be rehearsing?"
"how can we rehearse by ourselves?"
"and without our leader?"
"netta won't conduct!"
"she told us to go and dance by ourselves, while she practised her own jumping."
"and she wanted to make ida and peggie hold the rope for her."
"how can we do our morris dance without ida and peggie? it spoils the figures."
"netta!" gasped gwen. "did you actually mean to practise jumping instead of taking this rehearsal?"
netta shrugged her shoulders easily.
"the kids know their steps so well, they can do the thing perfectly," she replied. "what was the good of wasting my time drilling them? i thought i'd make them of some use, and let them hold a rope for me. they're an ungrateful little set of sneaks—won't do a thing for their seniors!"
"why, i should think not, in this case, when you'd
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been specially told off by the committee to superintend their dance. i sympathize with the kids. they've right on their side. it's you who are the sneak."
"oh! am i indeed, miss gwen gascoyne? thank you for nothing. it's a pretty name to have called me, and i shan't forget it."
"but it's true!" returned gwen with warmth. "it's simply abominable behaviour to pretend to act dancing mistress and use the time for your own purposes. why should these kids hold a rope for you?"
"and why should you take me to task, i'd like to know? you're not a prefect."
"i only wish i were."
"no doubt you do!" sneered netta. "you've been so stuck up since your cot scheme was adopted, that you seem to imagine yourself as good as the head of the school."
"gwen, you take our rehearsal instead—we've wasted ten minutes or more over wrangling!" pleaded one of the juniors.
"i will, if netta will let me."
"oh, i yield my place with pleasure to the all-important, all-necessary gwen gascoyne!" retorted netta. "we humbler members of the fifth don't get a look-in nowadays. but just let me give you one word of good advice, my lofty pharaoh—pride occasionally comes before a fall!"
