Whatever her faults, Lorraine possessed6 to the full that intense zest7 of life that the French call "using up one's heart". It is a gift that—thank God!—the war has given to most of our British girlhood. The old, fashionable attitude of boredom8, that at one time spread like a blight9 over certain classes of society, is happily passing away, purged10 by the common need of sacrifice. It is incredible that at one time girls could exist in this world, possessed of eyes and ears, and pass by the touching11, dramatic, joyous12 human comedy as though they were blind and deaf. All the things we learn at school are of no value to us unless with them we learn to love life—life in all its aspects of joy and sorrow, laughter and tears, work and pleasure.
There was so much going on at The Gables, both in lessons and games. The hockey season had begun, and every Wednesday afternoon the school played in a field on the cliffs which they rented; under the coaching of Miss Paget, a new mistress, the teams were improving. Dorothy as captain made a much better leader than Helen Stanley had done a year ago, and Patsie and Vivien as half-backs were considered rising stars. The second team, which hitherto had been rather contemptible13, raised its standard to an amazing extent, and seemed to promise great things. The girls began to look forward to Wednesdays.
One bright sunny afternoon in early November they were assembled on the field. In their navy [130]serge skirts and scarlet14 jerseys15 they made a bright patch of colour against the green of the grass and the autumn blue of the sky and the grey-blue expanse of sea that spread beneath the yellow cliffs. It was a pretty scene, with a background of late-flowering gorse bushes and a foreground of corn marigold that edged the field. The sunshine fell on the athletic16 figures and hatless heads of the teams. A very pretty scene indeed, and so evidently thought a dark-faced, clean-shaven individual who was dodging17 about the gate, busy with a camera. He fixed18 a stand, put his head repeatedly under a black velvet19 cloth, and was apparently20 focusing upon the groups of players. The girls noticed him, and pointed21 him out to Miss Paget. The dragon in her was at once roused to wrath22, and she advanced in defence of her flock.
"May I ask on what authority you're taking photographs of this school?" she asked icily.
The stranger was all smiles and civility. He displayed an excellent set of teeth as, with a decidedly foreign bow and flourish of his hat, he offered a plausible24 explanation.
"I ask your pardon, Madam! I am an American—a journalist. I have been sent by my newspaper to England to write an article upon Girls' Schools. I have heard of yours, and wish to include it in my report, with a photo of its pupils. I crave25 your permission to take a snapshot of the game."
Miss Paget stared at him with suspicion. She was a good judge of character, and had studied types of nationality; moreover, she had herself [131]spent six months in the United States. The man's physiognomy and accent were anything but American. She would set them down as decidedly Teutonic.
"Certainly not!" she replied. "Miss Kingsley would not dream of permitting it."
"Miss Kingsley did not mention the matter to me, and unless I have her express directions I cannot allow it. Will you kindly27 remove your camera?"
"Just one little snapshot!" he begged insinuatingly28.
"You've interrupted our game. Will you please go? And I must remind you that this is a military area, and that, unless you have a signed permit for photography, you are liable to be arrested."
"Oh, that is all right! I have the credentials29 of my newspaper, as well as the assent30 of Miss Kingsley."
Miss Paget's temper, which had been rapidly rising, now fizzed over.
"If you don't take yourself off, I'll send some of my pupils to fetch the coast-guard!" she thundered.
With an apologetic shrug31 of the shoulders the interloper packed up his camera and departed, not without trying to secure a hurried surreptitious snapshot with a small kodak, an effort which was nipped in the bud by Miss Paget, who stood like [132]a sentry32 at the gate, speeding his departure. She watched him till he was safely out of sight and then joined the excited girls, some of whom had overheard the conversation.
"That's no American!" she proclaimed. "And I don't for a moment believe that he had permission from Miss Kingsley to photograph the school."
"She'd have said so, surely," commented Vivien.
"Probably he didn't even know her name till you mentioned it, Miss Paget," said Lorraine.
"He's a foreigner in my opinion—possibly a spy," continued the mistress. "This field would make a most excellent landing-place for enemy aircraft. One can't be too careful in these matters—living as we do near the coast, in a military zone. The cheek of the man, too! Calmly to set up his camera and begin to take us without asking leave! Even in times of peace it would be unpardonable. I must say I have the very strongest suspicions of his intentions."
"It seems rather the wrong time for an American magazine to be wanting an article on English Girls' Schools," said Patsie.
"It's the most flimsy excuse."
The affair made quite a sensation in the school. Miss Kingsley, when the matter was reported to her, disclaimed33 all knowledge of the photographer or any commission to him to take the hockey teams. She was justly indignant, and almost thought of mentioning the incident to the police. The girls talked the affair threadbare. They were quite sure they had had an encounter [133]with a spy. Their suspicions were further justified34 in the course of a few days by an experience of Lorraine's.
She was going by train on Saturday morning to Ranock, a little place a few miles from Porthkeverne, whither her mother had sent her to return some books to a friend who lived near the station. There were several other people in the compartment35; and sitting in the corner on the side next to the sea was a man whom Lorraine was nearly sure she recognized as the pertinacious36 stranger of the hockey field. She watched him now keenly. He was gazing out of the window at the sand-hills and stretches of marshy37 shore. Presently they passed the golf links, and, quick as thought, he whisked a little kodak from his pocket and began to take instantaneous photographs through the carriage window. Lorraine uttered an exclamation38 and nudged the gentleman who sat next to her. Promptly39 he interfered40.
"Look here! Snapshots aren't allowed without a permit," he remonstrated41.
The photographer slipped the kodak back into his pocket and smiled his former plausible smile.
"I am an American," he began, "a journalist. I have been sent by my newspaper to England, to write an article upon golf links. I wish to include those of Porthkeverne, with illustrations."
"Have you a permit?" persisted his fellow-passenger. "You'll get yourself into trouble if you haven't. The authorities are uncommonly42 strict about it."
[134]"It's a queer dodge43 to photograph the golf links from a railway carriage," commented someone else.
"Not at all! I take hundreds of photos for my magazine in this way," explained the self-styled journalist.
"Well, you'll just not take any now," returned the other. "If you do, I shall inform the guard."
Lorraine listened excitedly. She was quite loath44 to leave the compartment at Ranock. She wondered to what destination the man was travelling, and hoped that the other passengers would keep an eye on him. She went that afternoon to see her uncle, Barton Forrester, who was a special constable45, and told him about both incidents. He looked thoughtful.
"I'll report the matter to Wakelin," he commented. "One can't be too careful in a place like this. Of course the fellow might have a permit, but it had better be inquired into. Give me as accurate a description of him as you can."
Lorraine shut her eyes, visualized46, and gave her impressions of the stranger. Uncle Barton rapidly jotted47 down a few notes. He communicated the result to the chief constable, who issued an order that the next time anyone answering to that description was sighted his photographic permit was to be demanded and inspected. There is such a thing, however, as shutting the stable door after the steed is stolen; and, in spite of the vigilance of the local police, nothing further was seen or heard of the enterprising photographer. He had evidently [135]betaken himself and his camera to other scenes of adventure.
The school talked about the episode for a while with bated breath, then forgot it in the whirl of other interests. It was getting near Christmas time, and there was ever so much to be done in preparation. The excitement of the moment was the rhythmic48 dancing display. All the term a teacher had been coming weekly from St. Cyr, and those lucky individuals who were members of the dancing class had had the time of their lives. Of course the musical ones, and those with some idea of the poetry of motion, scored the most, but even those who were not naturally graceful49 enjoyed the movements.
Miss Kingsley had decided23 that her pupils should give a display of what they had learnt, and invited an audience of parents and friends to the gymnasium on breaking-up day. The performance was to begin at three o'clock, and long before that hour the proud band of selected artistes, arrayed in their costumes, were assembled ready in the small studio which served as a dressing-room. There were a good many of them, and the space was limited, so it was a decided cram50.
"Everybody seems to take up so much more room than usual to-day," declared Patsie, flinging out a long arm with a floral garland, and hitting Effie Swan by accident in the eye.
"Of course they do, when they're as clumsy as you are," retorted that distressed51 damsel, with her handkerchief to the injured orb52. "I call you the [136]absolute limit, Patsie—you're fit for nothing but a barn dance! Clogs53 would suit you better than sandals."
"Gently, child, gently! Sorry if I've hurt your eye, but don't let that warp54 your judgment55. The Flower Quadrille's going to be rather choice, though I say it as shouldn't."
"The others' part of it, perhaps, but not yours."
"There, don't get excited! I forgive you!"
"It's for me to forgive, not for you, I think!" grumbled57 Effie. "A nice object I shall look dancing with my eye all red and inflamed58!"
"I wish the gym. were a larger room!" groused59 Theresa. "The dances would have a much better effect if there were more space for them, and I should like a parquet60 floor."
"What else would you like?" snapped Lorraine. "Some people would grumble56 in Paradise. The old gym.'s not such a bad place for a performance, and the floor has been chalked. I think myself it's a very decent sort of room. Would you like to dance on the lawn?"
"Not in December, thanks!"
"Are you ready, girls?" asked Miss Paget, opening the door. "Miss Leighton has just come, and we're going to begin."
There was no doubt that the dances were extremely pretty. Miss Leighton was an excellent teacher, and her pupils did her credit. The audience was charmed, and clapped with the utmost enthusiasm at the end of each performance. There was a Daisy Dance, in which twelve little girls, [137]dressed to represent daisies, went through a series of very graceful movements; and a Rose Gavotte that was equally pretty and tasteful. A Butterflies' Ball, in which the dancers waved gorgeous wings of painted muslin, was highly effective; and so was the Russian Mazurka, given by Vivien and Dorothy, attired61 in fur-trimmed costumes and high scarlet leather boots. The babies looked sweet in a Doll Dance, and little Beatrice Perry made a sensation by her pas seul as "Cupid", dressed in a classic toga with the orthodox bow and arrows. She was a beautifully made child of six, and danced barefooted, so she looked the part admirably, and quite carried the audience by storm.
Monica, with floating fair hair, a figured muslin dress and a basket of flowers, capered62 as a "Spring Wind" and dropped blossoms in the path of "April"; even Patsie, the overgrown, looked quite pretty in her Flower Quadrille. But everybody decided that the star of the afternoon was Claudia. She was beautiful to begin with, and her forget-me-not costume suited her exactly. Perhaps her long experience in posing as a model for her father's pictures made it easier for her to learn the right postures63. She had dropped into the rhythmic dancing as into a birthright; her movements seemed the very embodiment of natural grace, and to watch her was like surprising the fairies at dawn, or the dryads and oreads in a classic forest. The best of Claudia was that she was quite without self-consciousness. She danced because she enjoyed it, not to command admiration64. [138]She received the storm of clapping quite as a matter of course, just as she took the exhibition of her many portraits in the Academy.
"I'd give anything to have your face," said Patsie enviously65 to her afterwards. "Some folks are luckers! Why wasn't I born pretty? It gives people such a tremendous pull!"
"I don't know," answered Claudia, rather taken aback at the question.
"Look here!" said Lorraine; "we've got to take the faces our mothers gave us. Haven't you heard of a beautiful plain person? I know several who haven't a single decent feature, and yet somehow they're lovely in spite of it all. Some of the most fascinating women in the world have been plain—George Sand hadn't an atom of beauty, and yet she enthralled66 two such geniuses as Chopin and Alfred de Musset."
"I'll go in for fascination67, then," rattled68 on Patsie. "We can't all be in the same style. Claudia shall do the Venus business, and I'll be a what-do-you-call-it? Siren?"
"Why, I thought they were only a sort of mermaid70! Well, I'll be very modern—chic, and spirituelle, and witty71, and fin-de-siècle and all the rest of it; and I'll have a salon72 like those French women used to have, and everybody'll want to come to it, and talk about the charming Miss Sullivan, only perhaps I'll be Mrs. Somebody by that time! I hope so, at any rate. I don't mean to be left in the lurch73, if I can help it!"
[139]"What shall you do if you are?" laughed Lorraine.
"Go in for a career, my dear!" said Patsie airily. "Farming, or Parliament, or doctoring. Everything's open to us women now!"
"Well, I wouldn't try Rhythmic Dancing, at any rate! You're certainly not cut out for that!" scoffed74 Effie, whose injured eye was still smarting.
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