|Newspaper Title||Western Mail (Perth, WA : 1885 - 1954)|
|Trove Title||A Day at a Boarding School, or a Midnight Feast|
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Four girls scated themselves with big sighs of longing as they gazed after Pat and Alice, who wore leaving the sitting-room to unpack their hampers.
?'How do you spell sentinel-s-e-n i-i-n-e-I-M'zelle Jermaine?'* Alice asked, stopping on thc threshold of thc room, and gazing innocently at fussy little M'zolle Jermaine., who was the French mistress, and who had charge of the fancywork class.
The girls giggled, and Mademoiselle Jermaine looked up sharply. "What for ces /.at question asked?'' she de- manded, suspiciously eyeing Alice.
"I was wondering whether I was wrong in my copy or not." Alice answer- ed, calmly.
"Oui it eos spelt righi.*' M'zolle said. The girls either called ber mV.ello or inam'zello. as mademoiselle was too long.
Hy this time Alice and Pat were fly- ing along the corridor leading to their dormitory, with eager feet and laugh- ing faces.
Down on her knees went Pat beside the big hamper in her cubicle
"Bedad,'' she groaned, plucking with restless fingers at thc string that bound the hamper. "Give us the scissors.
"Got them yourself," Alice said with her mouth full of string. "Ah-h !" as lier hamper cami1 unfastened.
''Where, oh where," Pat wailed, pull- ing over everything that her hand touched. "Ah, you di vii," and she grabbed-there is no other word for it -the scissors from their hiding place.
"Oh-h-ooo-oo-o. chocolates!" from Alice. The whole of the top of her hamper was covered with tiny boxes of chocolate. She tumbled half a dozen into her lap, and sat on the floor munching their sweet contents.
"We-oeo! whatefer," shrilled Pat. She gaxed at her open hamper as if
Alice scrambled to her feet. Pat's parcels from home were always funny and interesting. Once she received imitation figures of the whole family, modelled out of ginger-bread,and every peculiarity or distinguishing mark each one had was emphasised atro- ciously. Another time an enormous crab, on top of all the paper coverings, nearly frightened tho wits out of her.
She peered over Pat's shoulder.
"What is it?" wailed Pat. "Shure they're not real, are they?"
"Touch one and see. Pat," Alice «ned, dancing round the basket in her ex-
Pat laughed. "You.'* she said : but Alice shuddered away from the hamper, and Pat laughed again and touched ono of tho many white worms on the top nf the hamper. It squirmed, and the ono next it moved also.
"Oh-o-o-o ! it's alive," Alice squeak- ed, nearly falling over the basket, ami tip-toeing round it as ii she expected the worms to fly up and bite her.
Pat laughed, and flung one of the squirmy little things at lier. "Thev'rc artificial,"' she cried, and tipped thom on to tho floor.
"Oh, what's this?" Pat cried, "toffee and a note from Barncv. I wonder i' he made it."
"Dear Scrub," sile road out aloud, while Alice sampled the toffee, "hope you'll like nie taino, stickjaw. Made it while the cook was out preserving some black currants. Don't you wish you wore boro? The currants aro as la ruo as eggs. I'm havinsi a grand time eat- ing all the ripe ones. Currants, I mean :
not eggs, yon know. Smiler is as big as a young elephant. You would hardly know lum. Ho bas grown quite a tall dog. and Nibbler is as fat as a hog. Too-roo. old girl. I must be off. I hear cook's sweetly melodious voice rather dangerously near. I believe I burnt the saucepan when I was mak- ing the stickjaw. It left it on the fire, with only sugar and no water in it. Give my love to those pretty girls
.you're always writing about. What are their names? Ollie Taylor and Alice Paulin, îron't they:- Try and sneak a couple ol' photos, for me. Don't forget. With heaps of love to your- self and alt tile pretty girls.
Í am voui's ever.
"P.S. --How's thc hair? Any brighter? Haven't heard ol' ¡HIV (ires over your way yet. - Pills."
"Well," Alice laughed, with softly flushed cheeks, "what a cheeky hoy."
"H'm. he is rather, hut also hand- some, Al," Pat said, proudly.
"Well, this isn't, getting on," Alice said, and commenced to uunack her hamper.
"Oh! the darling! motin'!' hasn't for- gotten what I told her.'' she added ; "shortbread. Pat
"Motnors never clo." Pat said, MIIHT ly. her mouth full nf preserved ginger.
"Oh! Alice-look at my birthday cake! Isn't it lovely? All pink and white icing : and look-x figure of me standing on the top of it!" and Pat lifted from its wrappings a hit« birth- day cake.
"Oh! isn't il prolty!" Alice exclaim- ed, admiringly.
"Unim-and oh. Al! preserved black and red currants and a tin of cream "
"What's thisr Ob. I've got some- thing preserved, too. Pat Ciel' »cruniptiouh ! Crystallised cherries, and ob ! a tin ol' cream, too, and a big sponge cake and a jar of home-made straw- berry jam. Oh. Pat! the mother must have known we were going to have a midnight feast. This is the best ham- per I've ever had."
"Look at my gilded gingerbread ! Isn't it pretty? Honeycomb! dried figs! oatmeal wafers' shortbread! creams! Woof! isn't it lovely to have a good mother? Mine's a dear. Hmm." and Alice munched joyously nt crisp biscuits. Soon they had all their delicacies unpacked, and then Alice ran to the door and peeped out.
"I can see Elsie at the music-room door," she announced, breathlessly, gathering nj) some things into her arms. "13e ready with a load when 1 come back. Pat."
The coast, was quite clear, so she trip- ped away. Thc first journey was ac- complished safely, and the second, but Alice stumbled on the third, and the tin of cream, reposing snugly on top of the heap in her arms, dropped with a
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ioud clatter, and rolled perilously near th(> edge ol' the stairs.
Kate was sentinel, anti swiftly she sprang forward, catching the tin just as it was dropping over the edge.
"Oh-h!" .shuddered both girls; then, in the usual silly manner girls have after sonic danger has been averted, they giggled.
Tlicy tiptoed into tho music-room, still giggling. It was a big room, har« save tor thc large upright piano on the small raised plat torin at one end ot it. a single row ol' chairs all round the walls, and a few easels here and there.
Alice put the tirings behind the piano, and was leaving the room, when Kate called her back. "I forgot to tell you something;''' «he said. "The girls told me to tell you to go to t heir boxes and get th*1 things for them. Elsie has some lemons and sonn1 home-made cakes, and Kit has some preserved apricots. Ollie has some oranges, and .A whole lot of little pink und white candles, and I've nilly got some candles too. We want light, you know."
Ob yes, what ¡1 good job yon thought of the candles." Alice said, .'thanks. I'll get them.''
Nearly all the other journeys were accomplished safely. Once Mademoi- selle caught them coining out of the room together. " What eoseit ¡wt you are dui mr toget bar ?*' she asked.
" I was just: giving Kit a piece of my birthday cake, Mademoiselle," Pat said meekly. '. Will you have this piece ? Excuse my fingers.'' Fortunately she had a piece in her band.
'' Oh. eet ees your birfday ces eet ?" Mademoiselle said gently "Ah, an 'ow old are you ? Fiftoen ! Mun Dieu ! You are getting what you call /.e ancients, are you not?"
" Yes, MV.olle," Pat said again meekly, and Mademoiselle patted her head lightly and kissed her.
When all was finished, Pat took off the top tier of her "three-decker" cake and then she and Alice went back to the sitting-room.
Miss Hollis, an assistant English teacher, was with the other girls now. and to her Pat gave the cake.
"It's a part of my birthday cake," she explained, and Miss Hollis, a very sweet laced woman, thanked and kissed ber gently.
"Ob. her lace is sn lovely and soft and sceutv." Pat told the girls after-