ELEANOR AND I ARE LATE FOR BREAKFAST—THE SCHOOL BREAKS UP—MADAME AND BRIDGET.
Eleanor and I overslept ourselves one morning. We had been tired, and when we did get up we hurried through our dressing, looking forward to fines and a scolding to boot.
But as we crept down-stairs we saw both the Misses Mulberry and Madame conversing together on the second landing. We felt that we were “caught,” but to our surprise they took no notice of us; and as we went down the next flight we heard Miss Mulberry say, with a sigh, “Misfortunes never come alone.”
We soon learnt what the new misfortune was. Poor Lucy had been taken ill. The doctor had been to see her early that morning, and had pronounced it fever—“Probably scarlet fever; and he recommends the school being broken up at once, as the holidays would soon be here anyway.” So one of the girls told us.
Presently Miss Mulberry made her appearance; and we sat down to breakfast. She ate hers hurriedly, and then made a little speech, in which she begged us, as a personal favour, to be good; and if it was decided that we should go, to do our best to get our things carefully together, and to help to pack them.
I am sure we responded to the appeal. I wonder if it struck Madame, at this time, that it might be well to trust us a little more, as a rule? I remember Peony’s saying, “Madame told me to help myself to tea. I might have taken two lumps of sugar, but I did not think it would be right.”
We were all equally scrupulous; we even made a point of speaking in French, though Madame’s long absences from the school-room, and the possibility of an early break-up for the holidays, gave both opportunity and temptation to chat in English.
On Monday evening at tea, Miss Mulberry made another little speech. The doctor had pronounced poor Lucy’s illness to be scarlet fever, and we were all to be sent home the next day. There were to be no more lessons, and we were to spend the evening in packing and other preparations.
We were very sorry for poor Lucy, but we were young; and I do not think we could help enjoying the delights of fuss, the excitement of responsibility and packing, and the fact that the holidays had begun.
We were going in various directions, but it so happened that we all contrived to go by the same train to London. Some were to be dropped before we reached town; one lived in London; and Eleanor and I had to wait for half-an-hour before catching a train for the north.