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Updated: May 4, 2025
"In addition to 'Poulter's Patent Floor Wax, he's invented the 'Clacton Schottische, the 'Ramsgate Galop, and the 'Coronation Quadrilles." "He must be clever." "Of course; he's on the grand council of the 'B.A.T.D." "What is that?" "What? You don't know what 'B.A.T.D. is?" cried Miss Nippett in astonishment. "I'm afraid I don't," replied Mavis.
Now she stood in the entrance hall of the academy, where, it can truthfully be said, that no heathen goddess received so much adoration and admiration as was bestowed on "Turpsichor" by Mr Poulter and Miss Nippett. To these simple souls, it was the finest work of art to be found anywhere in the world, while the younger amongst the pupils regarded the forlorn statue with considerable awe.
"I took it off to show off me figure. See?" replied Miss Nippett confidentially. Mr Poulter asked Mavis if she had further employment in view. She knew how poor he was; also, that if she told him she was workless, he would probably insist on retaining her services, although he could not afford to do so.
Her friend was so ill that she insisted upon a doctor being called in. After examining the patient, he told her that Miss Nippett was suffering from acute influenza; also, that complications were threatening.
Before returning to Mrs Scatchard's, she looked in to see Miss Nippett, who, with the coming of summer, seemed to lose strength daily. She now hardly ever got up, but remained in bed all day, where she would talk softly to herself.
When Jill was released, Mavis hugged her in her arms, careless of the attention her devotion attracted. With her friend restored to her, that evening was the happiest she had spent for some time. For many succeeding weeks, Mavis passed her mornings with Jill, or Miss Nippett, or both; and most of her afternoons and all of her evenings at the academy.
When Miss Nippett had put on her goloshes, bonnet, and cloak, and Mavis her things, Mr Poulter accompanied them to the door. "I live in the 'Bush': where do you?" asked Miss Nippett of Mavis. "Kiva Road, Hammersmith." "Then we go different ways. Good night, Mr Poulter; good night, Miss Keeves." Mavis wished her and Mr Poulter good night.
Mavis told Miss Nippett of her engagement to play at "Poulter's" during the latter's absence. "Don't you count on it being for long," said Miss Nippett. "I hope it won't be, for your sake." "I'm counting the minute' till I shall be back again at the academy," declared Miss Nippett. Mavis, as she looked at the eager, pinched face, could well believe that she was speaking the truth.
The wan fingers grasped tighter and tighter; the smile faded a little before becoming fixed. Another moment, and "Poulter's" had lost the most devoted servant which it had ever possessed. Mavis and Jill stood outside Mrs Gowler's, in the late evening of the Wednesday after the day on which Miss Nippett had commenced her long, long rest.
"I wonder if she's anything on her mind that might account for it," the doctor said to Mavis, when leaving one evening. "I don't see what she could have, unless " "Unless?" "I believe she worries about a matter connected with her old occupation. I'll try and find out," said Mavis. "'Ow did 'e say I was?" asked Miss Nippett, as Mavis rejoined her. "Much better." "I ain't." "Nonsense!"
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