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She declared she would never let me go so far away from home again; so she sent me to Winterburn Lodge instead. Miss Russell is very kind if one's not well, and Mother said she would rather have me properly looked after, even if I didn't learn French." "Yes, Miss Russell does take care of us," said Irene.
These were always considered a great event, and this year were to be on a larger scale than usual. "It's so splendid to be able to have them in these lovely grounds," said Mildred Roper. "There never seemed half enough room on the lawn at Winterburn Lodge." "I hear Miss Russell is going to give quite a party," volunteered Nora Proctor. "She's invited the Rector and Mrs.
"'I have nothing to say to Miss Winterburn but thanks, was her cold reply, belied, however, by the trembling of her fingers as she essayed to fit on her gloves. "'And those I will receive below! I cried, with affected gaiety. 'I am going down with you to the door. And resolutely ignoring his frown I tripped down before them. On the last stair I felt her steps lagging.
Such a tremendous event as the removal of the school from town to country was without precedent in the annals of Winterburn Lodge. "It's almost too good to be true," cried Cicely rapturously. "It will be like the last day and setting off for the seaside both together," declared Lindsay, waltzing round the seat in the exuberance of her spirits.
"I've grown so fond of everything. Oh dear, it makes me quite sad to think perhaps I may never see them again! What a change to settle down at Winterburn Lodge in September!" "I suppose life can't be all honey; we shall have to go back to plain bread and butter now," replied Lindsay philosophically. "But I'll tell you a secret to cheer you up.
The air seemed dancing for very heat; the grasshoppers were chirping away at the edge of the lawn, a lizard lay basking on the stones of the terrace wall, and the sparrows for once were silent. "It's far too hot to play tennis," said Irene Spencer. "One just wants to sit somewhere where it's green and cool." "I'm glad we're here, then, instead of at Winterburn Lodge," said Mary Parkinson.
All kinds of funny events kept occurring which had never disturbed the prim atmosphere of Winterburn Lodge.
"So am I; and yet Winterburn Lodge is nicer than many other schools," remarked Mildred Roper. "It's not half bad," assented Mary. "I like it better, at any rate, than the French school I was at in Brussels." "I didn't know you'd ever been in France," said Lindsay, idly picking a dandelion clock and blowing it to find out the time. "No more I have, goosey."
It was the first week of the summer term at Winterburn Lodge. Afternoon preparation was over, and most of the girls had left the classroom for a chat and a stroll round the playground until the tea-bell should ring.
By Tuesday morning, however, the final arrangements were completed; the rows of boxes were locked, strapped, and piled on railway carts; while the girls, an excited, chattering crew, were ready and waiting for the omnibuses which were to take them to the station. "Good-bye to poor old Winterburn Lodge!" said Cicely, giving a last peep into the familiar classroom.
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