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Updated: June 7, 2025
The way some people turn round is really most extraordinary " "'There's naught so queer as folks!" quoted Linda. "Glad Ingred's come to her senses, at any rate. I always thought she was perfectly beastly to Bess!" "So she was. I wonder Bess will put up with her now. I'm sure I wouldn't!" Bess, however, was of a forgiving disposition, and let bygones be bygones.
Get along, you brute!" Hereward's blood-thirsty remarks were ignored by Minx, who, finding herself dropped from Ingred's lap, took a flying run up his back, and settled herself on his shoulder, rubbing her head into his neck. He scratched her under the chin, swung her gently down, and shook a reproving finger at her. "Don't try to come round me with your blarneyings, you siren!" he declared.
She walked into the Upper Fifth Form room one Monday morning, looking very shy and lost and strange, and stood forlornly, not knowing where to sit, till somebody took pity on her, and pointed to a vacant desk. It happened to be on a line with Ingred's, and the latter watched her settle herself.
"I suppose so, when it's ready." "But surely the Red Cross cleared out ages ago, and the whole place has been done up? I saw the paperhangers there in June." "Oh, yes!" Ingred's voice was a little strained. "You'll be so glad to be living there again," continued Avis. "I always envied you that lovely house. You must have hated lending it as a hospital.
She seemed a rival ready-made. Biased by jealous prejudice, Ingred's hastily-formed judgment reversed itself. "I'm thankful I didn't move away from Verity to sit next to her," she thought. "I expect she'll be ever so conceited and give herself airs, and the other girls will truckle to her no end. I know them! I wish to goodness she hadn't come to the College.
She was not much good at ordinary dressmaking, where fashion must be followed, but she displayed great originality in her construction of Ingred's fancy costume. There were two clean sacks in the house, and she commandeered them. She cut one into a skirt and the other into a jumper, stitched up the sides, and frayed out the bottoms to represent fringes.
Saxon folded up her sewing, put her thimble and scissors away in her work-basket, and leaned her elbow on the arm of the garden seat as if prepared for conversation. "And I've been wanting to talk to you about this, Ingred. Shall you be very disappointed when I tell you 'No'?" "Oh, Muvvie!" Ingred's tone was agonized. "It can't be helped, little woman! It can't indeed!
Generosity whispered that her conduct was unjust, but at this particular stage of Ingred's evolution she did not always listen to those inner voices that act as our highest guides. Like most of us, she had a mixed character, capable of many good things but with certain failings.
Arrived in the main street they left the motorcycle at a garage, and strolled on to the promenade, joining the crowd of holiday-makers who were sauntering along in the heat, or sitting on the benches watching the children digging in the sand below. Much to Ingred's astonishment she was suddenly hailed by her name, and, turning, found herself greeted with enthusiasm by a schoolfellow. "Ingred!
"Are Hereward and I to go in to Grovebury every day?" "Hereward can manage it all right, but I shall arrange for you to be a weekly boarder at the new hostel. You can come home from Friday to Monday. Now, don't cry about it, childie!" as a big tear splashed down Ingred's dress. "After all, we've much to be thankful for.
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