Part 27 (1/2)

”To dear Agnes, from her affectionate brother Walter. Christmas Day, 1896.”

Quick as thought the angry child tore out the t.i.tle-page and two or three other pages at the beginning, scattered them into little bits, and then, going up to the fire which burned at one end of the long room, flung the scattered fragments into the blaze. She had no sooner done so than a curious sense of dismay stole over her. She shut up the book hastily, and being really alarmed, began to look over her English history. Miss Thompson came back just before recess was over, picked up Evelyn's book, asked her one or two questions, and gave her an approving nod.

”That is better,” she said. ”You have done as much as I could expect in the time. Now then, come here, please. These are your English lessons for to-morrow.”

Evelyn walked quite meekly across the room. Miss Thompson set her several lessons in the ordinary English subjects.

”And now,” she said, ”you are to go to mademoiselle. She is waiting to find out what French you know, and to give you your lesson for to-morrow.”

The rest of the school hours pa.s.sed quickly. Evelyn was given what she considered a disgraceful amount of work to do; but a dull fear sat at her heart, and she felt a sense of regret at having torn the pages out of the volume of Ruskin. Immediately after morning school the girls went for a short walk, then dinner was announced, and after dinner there was a brief period of freedom. Evelyn, Audrey, and the rest all found themselves walking in the grounds. Brenda Fox immediately went up to Audrey, and introduced her to a few of the nicest girls in the head form, and they all began to pace slowly up and down. Evelyn stood just for an instant forlorn; then she dashed into the midst of a circle of little girls who were playing noisily together.

”Stop!” she said. ”Look at me, all of you.”

The children stopped playing, and looked in wonder at Evelyn.

”I am Evelyn Wynford. Who is going to be my friend? I shall only take up with the one I really like. I am not afraid of any of you. I have come to school to find out if I like it; if I don't like it I shall not stay.

You had best, all of you, know what sort I am. It was very mean and horrid to put me into the Fourth Form with a number of ignorant little babies; but as I am there, I suppose I shall have to stay for a week or so.”

”You were put into the Fourth Form,” said little Sophie Jenner, ”because, I suppose, you did not know enough to be put into the Fifth Form.”

”You are a cheeky little thing,” said Evelyn, ”and I am not going to trouble myself to reply to you.-Well, now, who is going to be my friend?

I can tell you all numbers of stories; I have heaps of pocket-money, and I can bring chocolate-creams and ginger-pop and all sorts of good things to the school.”

These last remarks were decidedly calculated to ensure Evelyn's popularity. Two or three of the girls ran up to her, and she was soon marching up and down the playground relating some of her grievances, and informing them, one and all, of the high position which lay before her.

”You are all very much impressed with Audrey, I can see, but she is really n.o.body,” cried Eve. ”By and by Wynford Castle will be mine, and won't you like to say you knew me when I am mistress of the Castle-won't you just! I do not at all know that I shall stay long at school, but you had better make it pleasant for me.”

Some of the girls were much impressed, and a few of them swore eternal fealty to Evelyn. One or two began to flatter her, and on the whole the little girl considered that she had a fairly good time during play-hour.

When she got back to her work she was relieved to see that Ruskin's _Sesame and Lilies_ no longer lay in its place on the small table where Miss Thompson had left it.

”She will not open it, perhaps, for years,” thought Evelyn. ”I need not worry any more about that. And if she did like the book I am glad I tore it. Horrid, horrid thing!”

Lessons went on, and by and by Audrey and Evelyn's first day at school came to an end. The governess-cart came to fetch them, and they drove off under the admiring gaze of several of their fellow-pupils.

”Well, Evelyn, and how did you like school?” said Audrey when the two were alone together.

”You could not expect me to like it very much,” replied Evelyn. ”I was put into such a horrid low cla.s.s. I am angry with Miss Thompson.”

”Miss Thompson! That nice, intelligent girl?”

”Not much of a girl about her!” said Evelyn. ”Why, she is quite old.”

”Do you think so? She struck me as young, pretty, and very nice.”

”It is all very well for you, Audrey; you are so tame. I really believe you never think a bad thought of anybody.”

”I try not to, of course,” replied Audrey. ”Do you imagine it is a fine trait in one's character to think bad thoughts of people?”

”Mothery always said that if you did not dislike people, you were made of cotton-wool,” replied Evelyn.