A Patriotic Schoolgirl (WWI Centenary Series). Angela Brazil

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СКАЧАТЬ way of saying, “Oh, Marjorie!” when snubbed by her elder sister. According to Aunt Vera, if Marjorie needed to “find her level”, Dona required to be “well shaken up”. She was dreamy and unobservant, slow in her ways, and not much interested in any special subject. Marjorie’s cherished ambitions were unknown to Dona, who liked to plod along in an easy fashion, without taking very much trouble. Her daily governess had found it difficult to rouse any enthusiasm in her for her work. She frankly hated lessons.

      It was a subject of congratulation to Mrs. Anderson that the two girls would not be in the same house at Brackenfield. She considered that Dona’s character had no chance for development under the shadow of Marjorie’s overbearing ways, and that among companions of her own age she might perhaps find a few congenial friends who would help her to realize that she had entered her teens, and would interest her in girlish matters. Poor Dona by no means shared her mother’s satisfaction at the arrangements for her future. She would have preferred to be with Marjorie, and was appalled at the idea of being obliged to face a houseful of strangers. She met with little sympathy from her own family in this respect.

      “Do you all the good in the world, old sport!” preached Peter, an authority of eleven, with three years of preparatory-school experience behind him. “I felt a bit queer myself, you know, when I first went to The Grange, but one soon gets over that. You’ll shake down.”

      “I don’t want to shake down,” bleated Dona. “It’s a shame I should have to go at all! You can’t any of you understand how I feel. You’re all beasts!”

      “They’ll allow you a bucket to weep into for the first day or two, poor old Bunting!” said Larry consolingly. “It won’t be so much kindness on their part as a desire to save the carpets—salt water takes the colour out of things so. But I fancy they’ll limit you to a week’s wailing, and if you don’t turn off the tap after that, they’ll send for a doctor, who’ll prescribe Turkey rhubarb and senna mixed with quinine. It’s a stock school prescription for shirking; harmless, you know, but particularly nasty; you’d have the taste in your mouth for days. Oh, cheer up, for goodness’ sake! Look here: if I’m really sent to the camp at Denley, I’ll come and look you up, and take you out to tea somewhere. How would that suit your ladyship?”

      “Would you really? Will you promise?”

      “Honest Injun, I will!”

      “Then I don’t mind quite so much as I did, though I still hate the thought of school,” conceded Dona.

      The Andersons generally described themselves as “a large and rambling family, guaranteed sound, and quiet in harness, but capable of taking fences if required”. Nora, the eldest, had been married a year ago, Bevis was in the Navy, Leonard was serving “somewhere in France”; Larry, who had just left school, had been called up, and was going into training, and after Marjorie and Dona followed Peter, Cyril, and Joan. Marjorie and Dona always declared that if they could have been consulted in the matter of precedence, they would not have chosen to arrive in the exact centre of a big family. Nora, as eldest, and Joan, as youngest, occupied definite and recognized positions, but middle girls rarely receive as much attention. Dona, indeed, had claimed a certain share of petting, but Marjorie considered herself badly treated by the Fates.

      “I wish I were the only one!” she assured the others. “Think how I’d be appreciated then!”

      “We’ll swop you with pleasure, madam, if you wish,” returned Larry ironically. “I should suggest an advertisement such as this: ‘Wanted situation as only daughter in eligible family, eight brothers and sisters given in exchange. A month’s approval.’ No! Better not put that in, or they’d send you packing back at the end of the first week.”

      “Brothers are beasts!” pouted Marjorie, throwing a cushion at Larry to express her indignation. “What I’d like would be for Mother to take me away for a year, or let me study Art, or Music, or something, just with her. Mamie Page’s mother went with her to Paris, and they’d a gorgeous time. That’s my ambition.”

      “And mine’s just to be allowed to stop at home,” added Dona plaintively.

      Neither Marjorie’s nor Dona’s wishes, however, were considered at head-quarters. The powers that be had decided that they were to be educated at Brackenfield College, their boxes were ready packed, and their train was to leave at nine o’clock by railway time. Mother saw them off at the station.

      “I wish I could have taken you,” she said rather anxiously. “But I think you’ll manage the journey all right. You’re both together, and Marjorie’s a big girl now, and used to travelling. You’ve only to cross the platform at Rosebury to get the London train, and a teacher is to meet you at Euston. You’ll know her by the Brackenfield badge, and be sure you don’t speak to anyone else. Call out of the window for a porter when you reach Rosebury. You’ve plenty of time to change. Well, good-bye, chicks! Be good girls. Don’t forget to send me that telegram from Euston. Write as soon as you can. Don’t lean against the door of the carriage. You’re just off now! Good-bye! Good-bye!”

      As the train steamed out of the station, Dona sank into her place with the air of a martyr starting for the stake, and mopped her eyes with her already damp pocket-handkerchief. Marjorie, case-hardened after many similar partings, settled herself in the next seat, and, pulling out an illustrated paper from her bag, began to read. The train was very full, and the girls had with difficulty found room. Soldiers on leave were returning to the front, and filled the corridor. Dona and Marjorie were crammed in between a stout woman, who nursed a basket containing a mewing kitten, and a wizened little man with an irritating cough. Opposite sat three Tommies, and an elderly lady with a long thin nose and prominent teeth, who entered into conversation with the soldiers, and proffered them much good advice, with an epitome of her ideas on the conduct of the war. The distance from Silverwood to Rosebury was only thirty miles, and the train was due to arrive at the junction with twenty-five minutes to spare for the London express. On all ordinary occasions it jogged along in a commonplace fashion, and turned up up to time. To-day, however, it behaved with unusual eccentricity, and, instead of passing the signals at Meriton, it slowed up and whistled, and finally stood still upon the bridge.

      “Must be something blocking the line,” observed one of the Tommies, looking out of the window.

      “I do hope it’s not an accident. The Company is so terribly understaffed at present, and the signal-men work far too long hours, and are ready to drop with fatigue at their posts,” began the thin lady nervously. “I’ve always had a horror of railway accidents. I wish I’d taken an insurance ticket before I started. Can you see anything on the line, my good man? Is there any danger?”

      The Tommy drew in his head and smiled. It was a particularly good-looking head, with twinkling brown eyes, and a very humorous smile.

      “Not so long as the train is standing still,” he replied. “I think they’ll get us back to the front this time. We’ll probably have to wait till something passes us. It’s just a matter of patience.”

      His words were justified, for in about ten minutes an express roared by, after which event their train once more started, and jogged along to Rosebury.

      “We’re horribly late!” whispered Marjorie to Dona, consulting her watch. “I hope to goodness there’ll be no more stops. It’s running the thing very fine, I can tell you. I’m glad we’ve only to cross the platform. I’ll get a porter as fast as I can.”

      But, when they reached Rosebury, the stout woman and the basket with the kitten got in the way, and the elderly lady jammed up the door with her hold-all, so that, by the time Dona and Marjorie managed to get themselves and their belongings out of the carriage, the very СКАЧАТЬ