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There was no watching of the girls suffering under punishment. That was not the system of Pinewood Hall and its mistress. How could Nancy break her word to Madame Schakael? Never had the Madame spoken otherwise than kindly to her. Even when she meted out punishment to her, Nancy knew that the punishment was just. The Madame could have done no less.
It was the first time she had ever been called there; it was the first time, indeed, that she had ever been accused of any kind of a fault since arriving at the school. So she did not feel very happy. She had not known of the rule which Madame Schakael had said was so well understood. She had not meant to break the law. But she could see very clearly that the rule was a just one.
Grace and Cora told their highly-colored version of the story circulated about Nancy during the first few weeks of her sojourn at Pinewood Hall. "And do tell Madame Schakael what you think of her letting such a girl into the school," begged Grace, as the Senator arose and started towards the Hall again. He did not say that he would.
"I was told to see Madame Schakael before having dinner. But I don't know where to find her," confessed Nancy. "Oh, that's easy," cried the other girl. "I'll show you. What is your name, please?" Nancy told her. "I am Corinne Pevay," said the other, pronouncing her name in the French manner. "I am a senior. I hope you will be happy here, Nancy Nelson."
Stung by this suggestion Cora threw all caution to the winds. Her black eyes flashed once more. She even stamped her foot as she pointed her finger at Nancy. "I tell you what it is, Madame Schakael!" she cried. "I won't stay in the same dormitory with that girl another day. If you make me I'll write home to my mother." "And your reasons?" asked Madame Schakael, quite calmly.
"In my opinion, Madame Schakael," continued Corinne, ignoring Cora, "I'd give this Rathmore girl another roommate. It would be a kindness to Nancy." At the moment Jennie Bruce entered with more abruptness than good manners. But Jennie was excited. "Oh, Madame Schakael! don't punish her any more!" she cried, running to Nancy and throwing her arms about her. Necessarily she dropped the bag.
"Dear, dear me!" exclaimed Madame Schakael, softly. But she really smiled upon the excited Jennie. "I shall have to write to your mother, Miss Bruce, after all, that you seem hopeless. You never will be able to restrain those over-abundant spirits of yours. "But, my dear, I shall never have to tell that you are unkind. You have solved this little problem, I believe.
But suddenly Cora's sharp voice halted her. She had not seen Cora at first. "Yes! there she goes up to our room. That's the girl I have to room with. But I'm going to tell Madame Schakael right now that I sha'n't do so any longer." Nancy's head came up and she flushed and paled. The lash of Cora's words roused her temper as it had been roused once before.
Every morning the girls of Pinewood Hall took their places after breakfast class by class in the hall which balanced the dining room in the other wing of the big house. A brief service of a devotional character always began the real work of the day. Usually Madame Schakael presided at these exercises.
"Not altogether clear, Nancy," said the Madame; but her voice was lower and softer. "Tell me why you were crying in the hall?" But now Nancy had begun to get a grip upon herself. She realized the position she was in. If she obeyed Madame Schakael's order she must "tell on" the girls then holding their orgie in Number 30. "Do you hear me, Nancy?" asked Madame Schakael, firmly.
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