"I wonder how soon Miss Webb will find out the mistake?" said Myfanwy. "The bell hasn't rung yet; she didn't think of that!"
"Well, I never was so glad to finish any exam in my life," avowed Phœbe. "Wasn't it detestable?"
"As bad as the Inquisition. It was a regular torture chamber. My unfortunate brains have been on the rack for two hours."
"Not quite two hours!" chuckled Aldred.
"No, thanks to you! but for an hour and forty minutes, at any rate."
"We must all have failed hopelessly; not a single one of us can possibly have scraped through."
"Yes; but it would have been worse still if we had gone on missing for other twenty minutes."
"Rather! Miss Drummond will be quite cross enough as it is, when she looks at the register."
The girls judged it discreet not to go indoors too soon for lunch, waiting until the pantry was likely to be full, lest their early appearance might excite comment.
Singing was from ten minutes past eleven to twelve, and after that came science, with Miss Drummond, until one, both classes being held in the lecture-hall, so that there was no further lesson with Miss Webb that morning. A hockey match was played in the afternoon, which caused such excitement that the affair of the clock was forgotten for the time being; but it returned only too forcibly to the girls' minds, as they walked in to evening preparation. Would Miss Webb have found out the trick played upon her? And what steps would she take? They could not suppose that she would submit tamely, and ignore the whole circumstance. The most poor-spirited governess expects to keep her pupils in their classroom during school hours, even though she may not be able to exercise control over them while they are there. Would she show herself to be angry? or, worse still, would she report the matter to Miss Drummond? If so, trouble was in store for them.