III
Upstairs, Miss Johnson, the matron, was busy allotting¹ rooms, welcoming newcomers, andgreeting old pupils.
She was pleased it was term time again. She never knew quite what to do with herself in theholidays. She had two married sisters with whom she stayed in turn, but they were naturally moreinterested in their own doings and families than in Meadowbank. Miss Johnson, though dutifullyfond of her sisters, was really only interested in Meadowbank.
Yes, it was nice that term had started—
“Miss Johnson?”
“Yes, Pamela.”
“I say, Miss Johnson. I think something’s broken in my case. It’s oozed² all over things. I thinkit’s hair oil.”
“Chut, chut!” said Miss Johnson, hurrying to help.

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