Angela Brazil

A Patriotic Schoolgirl Angela Brazil

"Dona, are you awake? Donakins! I say, old sport, do stir yourself and blink an eye! What adormouse you are! D'you want shaking? Rouse up, you old bluebottle, can't you?""I've been awake since five o'clock, and it's no use thumping me in the back," grunted an injuredvoice from the next bed. "It's too early yet to get up, and I wish you'd leave me alone."The huskiness and general chokiness of the tone were unmistakable. Marjorie leaned over andtook a keen survey of that portion of her sister's face which was not buried in the pillow."Oh! the atmosphere's damp, is it?" she remarked. "Dona, you're ostriching! For goodness' sakebrace up, child, and turn off the water-works! I thought you'd more pluck. If you're going to arriveat Brackenfield with a red nose and your eyes all bunged up, I'll disown you, or lose you on the way. Crystal clear, I will! I'll not let you start in a new school nicknamed 'Niobe', so there! Have acaramel?"Dona sat up in bed, and arrested her tears sufficiently to accept the creature comfort offered her. As its consistency was decidedly of a stick-jaw nature, the mingled sucking and sobbing whichfollowed produced a queer combination."You sound like a seal at the Zoo," Marjorie assured her airily. "Cheer oh! I call it a stunt to begoing to Brackenfield. I mean to have a top-hole time there, and no mistake!""It's all very well for you!" sighed Dona dolefully. "You've been at a boarding-school before, and Ihaven't; and you are not shy, and you always get on with people. You know I'm a mum mouse, and Ihate strangers. I shall just endure till the holidays come. It's no use telling me to brace up, for there'snothing to brace about."In the bedroom where the two girls lay talking every preparation had been made for a journey. Two new trunks, painted respectively with the initials "M. D. A." and "D. E. A.", stood side by sidewith the lids open, filled to the brim, except for sponge-bags and a few other items, which must beput in at the last. Weeks of concentrated thought and practical work on the part of Mother, twoaunts, and a dressmaker had preceded the packing of those boxes, for the requirements ofBrackenfield seemed numerous, and the list of essential garments resembled a trousseau. There wereschool skirts and blouses, gymnasium costumes, Sunday dresses, evening wear and party frocks, tosay nothing of underclothes, and such details as gloves, shoes, ties, ribbons, and handkerchiefs, writing-cases, work-baskets, books, photos, and knick-knacks. Two hand-bags, each containingnecessaries for the first night, stood by the trunks, and two umbrellas, with two hockey-sticks, werealready strapped up with mackintoshes and winter coats