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"And," said Madame Schakael, slowly, "I hear that there has already been somebody on the ice this morning. Whether it was one of you girls, or not, we do not know. But when Mr. Pease came to report to me that the ice was safe for skating he informed me that somebody had been sliding down there, early as it was when he reached the river.
"I I couldn't tell on them," murmured Nancy, trying to hide her bundle. "No. But what good did it do to try and save girls like Montgomery? They blame you, just the same." Nancy nodded, but said nothing. "But I know that you didn't tell on them; and so does Jennie Bruce. Madame Schakael learned the names of the culprits by going from door to door and finding out who were absent from their rooms.
But the girl, who felt herself ostracized, feared a rebuff. As Madame Schakael had said to Corinne, Nancy was one of the sensitive ones. And the sensitive girl at boarding school is bound to have a hard time unless she very quickly makes a lasting friendship, or becomes a popular member of some group of her schoolfellows right at the start.
I can't afford to have any of my girls drowned especially one who stands as well as you do in the weekly reports," and the little woman patted her on her cheek and smiled. "You may go skating this afternoon, if you wish, and if you are perfect in your recitations, as I suppose you will be," continued Madame Schakael. "Wait, my dear! Here are two letters for you. They are both from Mr.
But the most surprising thing that happened was Cora coming to her almost as soon as they were released from the classrooms for a short run in the basement recreation room. "I suppose you think I'm a mean thing," said the black-eyed girl, glancing at Nancy askance. "I'll leave it for you to say," returned Nancy. "If I had run to Madame Schakael with a story about you "
The principal had not even urged Nancy to report her schoolmates on the night of the party at Number 30, West Side. She had accepted her statement, as far as it went, as perfectly honest, too. She had not punished Jennie Bruce. "Why, I can't run away and make Madame Schakael trouble!" gasped Nancy, closing the door again softly and crouching there in the dark hallway. "Mr.
And upon the very echo of these words, a clear voice demanded: "And will you tell me, Miss Nelson, how it is that you are not in Number 30 your proper dormitory at this hour of the night?" Both girls sat up in bed as though worked with the same spring. They could not speak. Madame Schakael stood in the doorway. The Madame's doll-like figure has been mentioned before in these chronicles.
From the platform Madame Schakael read, without a word of explanation, the names of every girl who had attended Cora's spread save Cora herself and ordered that they be deprived of recreation, as had Nancy, "for being out of their dormitories after hours." The blow fell like a thunderclap upon the culprits.
She sat on a high chair at a desk-table, with her tiny feet upon a hassock, for they could not reach the floor. "Come hither, Nancy Nelson. You are the girl of whom my good friend, Miss Prentice, of the Higbee School, wrote me? I am glad to see you, child," declared Madame Schakael. Her hair was a silvery gray, but there was a lot of it, and her complexion was as rosy as Nancy's own.
She must have passed the half-century mark some time before, but the principal of Pinewood Hall betrayed few marks of the years in her face. She had shrewd gray eyes, however, and rather heavy brows. Nancy thought at once that no girl would undertake to take advantage of Madame Schakael, despite her diminutive size. Those eyes could see right through shams, and her lips were firm.
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