“It’s very uncomfortable altogether,” said Olive. “But I don’t see that we can do anything.”
“Well, perhaps not yet,” said Margaret; “but I may as well say at once, Olive, that I mean to take up those girls. Until to-day I was only interested in Betty, but now I am interested in all three; and if I can, without making mischief, I must get to the bottom of what is making poor little Betty so bitter, and what is upsetting the equanimity of our dear old Fan, whom we have always loved so dearly.”
Just at that moment Fanny Crawford herself and Susie Rushworth appeared, walking together arm in arm. They saw Margaret and Olive, and came to join them. Susie was in her usual high spirits, and Fanny looked quite calm and collected. There was not even an allusion made to the Vivian girls. Margaret was most thankful, for she certainly did not wish the little episode she had witnessed to reach any one’s ears but her own and Olive’s. Susie was talking eagerly about a great picnic which Mrs. Haddo had arranged for the following Saturday. The whole school, both upper and lower, were to go. Mr. Fairfax and his wife, most of the teachers, and Mrs. Haddo herself would also accompany the girls. They were all going to a place about twenty miles away; and Mrs. Haddo, who kept two motor-cars of her own, had made arrangements for the hire of several more, so that the party could quickly reach their place of rendezvous and thus have a longer time there to enjoy themselves.
“She does things so well, doesn’t she?” said Susie. “There never was her like. Do you know, there was a sort of insurrection in the lower school early this morning, for naughty sprites had whispered that all the small children were to go in ordinary carriages and dogcarts and wagonettes. Then came the news that Mrs. Haddo meant each girl in the school to have an equal share of enjoyment; and, lo and behold! the cloud has vanished, and the little ones are making even merrier than the older girls.”
“I wish I felt as amiable as I used to feel,” said Fanny at that moment.
“Oh, but, Fan, why don’t you?” asked Olive. “You ought to feel more and more amiable every day—that is, if training means anything.”
“Training is all very well,” answered Fanny, “and you may think you are all right; but when temptation comes——”
“Temptation!” said Margaret. “In my opinion, that is the worst of Haddo Court: we are so shielded, and treated with such extreme kindness, that temptation cannot come.”
“Then you wish to be tested, do you, Margaret?” asked Fanny.
Margaret shivered slightly. “Sometimes I do wish it,” she said.