Nothing much can happen in three weeks!’ Thus Madge Bettany, as she sat in her bedroom, talking things over with Mademoiselle La Pâttre. ‘Our first term,’ she went on dreamily. ‘Well, it hasn’t been a bit what I thought it would. For one thing, I never expected we should get such a large school together so quickly. Eight or ten was the most I had hoped for. But here we are with eighteen, and at least seven more for next term! It isn’t bad, is it?’ Mademoiselle nodded her head slowly. ‘It has gone well, ma chérie,’ she said gravely. ‘The girls are so keen on being really English,’ went on the young headmistress. ‘Even the Juniors are infected with the desire. The other day I heard Suzanne Mercier and Berta Hamel discussing some prank or other, and Suzanne asked very seriously, “Are you sure it’s English?” Berta wasn’t certain, so they went off to discuss it with Joey.’ ‘Has it occurred yet?’ asked Mademoiselle with a smile. ‘I haven’t heard anything, so I don’t suppose it has.’ ‘I wonder what it is?’ ruminated the elder woman.
What do You think about 01 The School At The Chalet?
