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Not an eye but looked askance at her; on every face was painted a reminder of her moral inferiority; and even newcomers among the boarders soon learnt, without always knowing what her crime had been, that Laura Rambotham was "not the thing". This system of slight and disparagement was similar to what she had had to endure in her first school term; but its effect upon her was different.
Gurley should notice the smell when she came in and, as they munched, Miss Snodgrass related how she had just confiscated a book Laura Rambotham was trying to smuggle upstairs, and how it had turned out that it belonged, not to Laura herself, but to Lilith Gordon. "She was like a little spitfire about it all the same. A most objectionable child, I call her.
It seemed, after this, as though the remainder of lunch might pass off without further hitch. Then however and all of a sudden, while he was peeling an apple, this dreadful man said, as though to himself: "Ra ... Ra ... Rambotham. Now where have I heard that name?" "Wa ... Wa ... Wamboffam!" mocked Thumbkin. "Monkey, if you're so sharp you'll cut yourself!
When taxed with the theft, she wept that she had not taken it for herself, but to buy a ring for Laura Rambotham; and, with this admission on her lips, she passed out of their lives, leaving Laura, her confederate, behind. Yes, confederate; for, in the minds of most, liar and thief were synonymous.
As long as the coach rolled down the main street Laura sat bolt upright at the window. In fancy she heard people telling one another that this was little Miss Rambotham going to school.
As she whisked about the corridors in search of Mrs. Gurley, she met two girls, one of whom said: "I say, Laura Rambotham, you're fetched. Your pretty sister's come for you." "My ... who?" gaped Laura. "Your sister. By gum, there's a nose for you and those whopping eyes! You'll have to play second fiddle to THAT, all your days, my dear."
"That's your own lookout," barked the governess. "Oh, there you are at last, Miss Snodgrass. I'd begun to think you weren't going to appear at all this morning. It's close on a quarter past seven." "Sorry," said Miss Snodgrass laconically. "My watch must be losing. Well, I suppose I can begin by marking Laura Rambotham down late. What on earth are you standing there holding the door for?"
Was it then impossible, they asked themselves, for Laura Rambotham to do anything in a decorous and ladylike way. Must she at every step put them out of countenance? It was not respectable to be so fervent. Religion, felt they, should be practised with modesty; be worn like an indispensable but private garment.
Playing at concerts when she can't add two and two together! Your arithmetic paper's fit for PUNCH, Miss Rambotham." The smile he looked for went round. "Have you seen the questions? no? Well, give them here then. You've got to go, I suppose, or we might deprive the concert of your shining light. Hurry back, now. Stir your stumps!" But this Laura had no intention of doing.
Taking hands the sisters ran to the house. In the passage, Sarah was busy roping a battered tin box. With their own hands the little boys had been allowed to paste on this a big sheet of notepaper, which bore, in Mother's writing, the words: Miss Laura Tweedle Rambotham The Ladies' College Melbourne. Mother herself was standing at the breakfast-table cutting sandwiches.
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