What would the girls think tomorrow? They'd be sorry they'd driven her away! thought Jo. Miss Parker would be sorry for the nasty things she had said. So would Mam'zelle. So would . . . But Jo was now fast asleep, and never even heard a little hedgehog scuttling across the floor of the shack.
Nobody took any notice of the girls' empty beds in the morning, ft was quite usual for someone to get up early for a walk or a swim. The first- and second-formers clattered down to breakfast, chattering as usual.
But before long, the news went round the school. 'Jo's gone! Deirdre's gone! Nobody knows where they are. They've hunted everywhere for them!'
The second-formers couldn't help feeling rather guilty. Had their punishment sent Jo off? No - she had so very very often said she would run away! All the same - perhaps she had run away because she couldn't stand being sent to Coventry - and taken weak little Deirdre with her. What would happen? Where on earth had they go tie to?
The police were told. Miss Grayling rang up Mr Jones and informed him that his daughter was missing, but ihey hoped to find her, and also a girl she had taken with her, at any moment. They couldn't have gone far.
Miss Grayling was amazed at Mr Jones's reception of her news. She had expected him to be upset and worried, perhaps to reproach the school lor not taking more care of Jo. But down the telephone came a bellow ol laughter.
'Ha, ha, ha! If that isn't exactly like our Jo! She's just like me, you know. The times I played truant from school! Don't you worry about our Jo, Miss Grayling. She knows how to look after herself all right. Maybe she's on her way home. I'll telephone you if she arrives.'
'Mr Jones - the police have been informed,' said Miss Grayling, disgusted at the way Jo's father had taken her news. 'I will try to keep it out of the papers as long as I can, of course.'
'Oh, don't you bother about that,' said the surprising Mr Jones. 'I'd like to see our Jo hitting the headlines in a spot of adventure. Great girl, isn't she?'
He was surprised to hear the click of the receiver being put down firmly at Miss Grayling's end. 'What's the matter with her?' he wondered. 'Cutting me off like that. Hey, Ma - where are you? What do you think our lo's done?'
A very disturbing piece of news came to Miss Grayling that morning, it came from the police sergeant who had been told of the missing girls. After Miss Grayling had spoken about them and given their descriptions, the >cigeant cleared his throat and spoke rather awkwardly.
Er - about that other matter you reported a short w hile ago. Miss Grayling.' he said. The notes that were tolen from your Matron's sale. You remember Matron
knew the numbers printed on the notes - they were in a sequence. Well we've traced them.'
'Oh,' said Miss Grayling. 'Do you know who the thief is, then?'
'Well, Mam, yes, in a way we do,' said the sergeant. 'Those notes were given in at two shops in the town, by a Malory Towers girl. She came in with another girl and bought a whole lot of food - tins and tins of it.'
Miss Grayling's heart sank. She covered her eyes. Not a Malory Towers girl! Could there possibly be a thief like that among the girls?
'Thank you, sergeant,' she said at last. 'I will make enquiries as to which girls they were. Good morning.'
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It was soon quite clear that it was Jo and Deirdre who had done the shopping. Everything came out bit by bit. Matron iold how she found the five pound notes and knew that ihey belonged to Jo. Jo had never claimed them.
The second-formers related that Jo meant to buy food lor a birthday feast. Miss Parker added the bit about Deirdre going out with a second-former, and how she had not been able to make that second-former own up. ut, she said, there is no doubt at all but that it was Jo.'
'Yes/ said Miss Grayling, seeing the whole miserable story now. Jo had gone to Matron's room to get back her own money and had taken more than she meant to - and then had been too afraid to put it back. Then trouble had come, and fear and misery had caused Jo to run away. Silly, ill-brought-up, spoiled little Jo!
'Mostly her parents' fault, of course.' said Miss Grayling to Matron. 'Nothing to be done there, I'm afraid. They're no help to her.'
There was a knock at the door. Bill and Clarissa wore outside.
They had remembered the two figures they had seen near the old shack the morning before. Could they have been Jo and Deirdre?
'Quite likely/ said Miss Grayling. They may have hidden their food there, and be camping out. Do you know the way?'
'Oh yes / s a i d Bill. ' We often ride out there. We ■'■'·iight it would reallv he quickest for us to ride our on
Thunder and Merrylegs, Miss Grayling, and see il the two girls are there.'
'Miss Peters can go too, on her horse,' said Miss Grayling. 'If the girls are there, she can bring them back.'
So the three riders set off, and rode over the fields and hills till they came to the bridle path that led near the shack. Jo and Deirdre, sitting inside the shack having their fourth 'snack' that morning, heard the hooves. Deirdre peeped out.
'It's Bill and Clarissa,' she said, darting back, looking scared. 'And Miss Peters.'
'They can't guess we're here,' said Jo, in a panic.
But they had guessed, of course, and very soon the three of them dismounted, and Miss Peters walked to the shack. She looked inside. She saw Jo and Deirdre, looking very dirty and untidy and frightened, crouching in a corner
'So there you are,' she said. 'What a pair of idiots. Come out, at once, please. We've had enough of this nonsense.'
Like two frightened puppies, Jo and Deirdre crept out of the shed. Bill and Clarissa looked at them.
'So it was you we saw yesterday,' said Bill. 'What are you playing at? Red Indians or something?'
'Bill! Shall we get into awful trouble?' asked Deirdre, looking rather white. She had not enjoyed the night in the shack. A wind had blown in, and she had felt cold in the early morning. She had awakened and had not been able to sleep again. Also there seemed to be rather a nasty smell ol some sort in the shack - perhaps it was mice, thought Deirdre, who was terrified of them.
Bill looked at the pale Deirdre and felt sorry for her. She was only a first-former, just thirteen years old, and a timid, weak little thing-just the type that Jo would pick on to boast to, and persuade to do wrong.
'Look,. Deirdre - you've been an idiot, and you might have caused a lot ol worry and trouble, if it hadn't happened that Clarissa and I spotted you the other day, when you were here,' said Bill. 'It's a mercy it hasn't got into the papers yet. The best thing you can do is to be absolutely straight and honest about it, and to be really sorry, and promise to turn over a new leal. Then i dare say you'll get another chance.'
'Shall I be expelled?' asked Deirdre, panic-stricken at the thought. 'My lather would be awfully upset. I haven't got a mother.'
'1 shouldn't think you'd be sent away,' said Bill, kindly. 'You've not got a bad name, so far as I know. Coine on now. You can get up on Thunder, behind me.'
Deirdre was frightened of horses, but she was even more frightened of disobeying Bill, and getting into lurther trouble. She climbed up on Thunder, and Jo was taken on Miss Peters' horse. Miss Peters said only a few words to the dirty bedraggled Jo.
'Running away from things is never any good,' she said. 'You can't run away from difficulties. You only take them with you. Remember that, Jo. Now hang on to me and we'll go.'
They got back just about break-time. The sound of hooves was heard as they came up the drive, and the girls ran to see if Jo and Deirdre were being brought back. They looked in silence at the dirty, bedraggled, sorry-looking pair!
The two were taken straight to Miss Grayling. Deirdre was now in a state of utter panic. However could she have gone with Jo! What would her father say? She was all he had got, and now he would be ashamed and sorry because she had brought disgrace on the fine school he had sent her to.
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her cheeks, and before Miss Grayling could say a word, Deirdre poured out ail she ^as feeling.
Miss Grayling, I'm sorry. Don't tell my lather, please,
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please, don't. He trusts me, and I'm all he's got. Miss Grayling, don't send me away. I'll never, never do such a thing again, I promise you. I can't think why I did it. If only you'll give me another chance, I'll do my best. Miss Grayling, please believe me!'
Miss Grayling knew real repentance when she saw it. This was not someone trying to get out of trouble, it was someone shocked by what she had done, someone thinking now of the effect it might have on somebody she loved - someone with an earnest desire to turn over a new leaf!
'I'll show you that I mean what I say,' went on Deirdre, beseechingly, rubbing away her tears with a very grubby hand, and streaking her face with dirt. 'Give me all the hard punishments you like, I'll do them. But please don't tell my father. He's a sailor, and he would never run away He'd be so ashamed of me.'
'Running away never gets us anywhere,' said Miss Grayling, gravely, 'ft is the coward's way. Facing up to things is the hero's way. 1 shall think what I am to do with you, and tell you later on in the morning. I am sure that whatever I decide you will accept, and face bravely.'
She turned and glanced at Matron, who was sitting quietly knitting in a corner of the big room.
'Will you take Deirdre now?' she said. 'She wants a bath, to begin with, and clean clothes. Don't let her go into class this morning. Give her some job to do with you, will you? When she's in a calmer state oi mind I'll talk to her again.'
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Matron, calm, kindly and efficient, put her knitting into her bag. 'Come along, my girl,' she said to Deirdre. 'I'll soon deal with you. I never did see such a grubby first-former in my life, A hot bath and clean clothes will make you ieel a lot better. And after that you can help me to tidy out my linen cupboard. That'll keep you busy! Keep you out of mischief too!'
She took the girl's arm in a kindly way, and Deirdre heaved a sigh of relief. She was always scared of Matron, hut suddenly she seemed a real rock, someone to lean on - almost like a mother, thought Deirdre, who had missed a mother very much indeed. She kept close to Matron as she hurried her away. She longed to ask her if she thought the Head would expel her, but she was afraid of the answer. Poor Deirdre. She was not meant for escapades ol any sort.
Jo had been standing silent all this time, fearful ol saying a word. Miss Grayling looked at her. T am expecting your lather in ten minutes' time,' she said, 'or 1 would send you to have a bath too. But it would be better to wait now, till fie comes.'
Jo's heart lifted. So her father would soon be here. He wouldn't be cross about this. It would tickle him. He ■.nuld laugh and joke about ii, and tell all his friends about the latest thing his Jo had done. He would put things right!
Jo heaved a sigh of relief. 'Sit down,' said Miss Grayling. 'We will discuss this miserable affair with vour father when he arrives. I sent for him as soon as I heard from Bill and Clarissa that they knew where you were hiding.'
Miss Grayling began writing a letter. Jo sat still. She wished she didn't look so dirty. She had a great hole in her tunic, and her bare knees were filthy.
In ten minutes' time an enormous car roared up the drive. Daddy! thought Jo, He hasn't been long! The car came to a stop with a screeching of brakes. Someone got out and the car door was slammed loudly.
Soon Mr Jones appeared at the sitting-room door. He came in, beaming. 'So you found that rascal, did you?' he said. 'Why, here she is! Just like you, Jo, to go of! like that. She's a scamp, isn't she. Miss Grayling?'
Won't vou sit down?' said Miss Grayling, in a
remarkably cool voice. 'I want to discuss this matter with you, Mr Jones. We take a serious view of it, I am afraid. It is fortunate that it did not get into the papers.'
'Yes, but look here - what's so serious about it?' exploded Mr Jones, 'ft was just a bit of fun - Jo's a high- spirited girl - nothing wrong about her at all!'
'There is a lot wrong,' said Miss Grayling. 'So much so, Mr Jones, that 1 want you to take Jo away with you today - and I regret to say that we cannot have her back. She is not a good influence in the school.'
Mr Jones had never in his life had such a sudden and unpleasant surprise. He sat with his mouth falling open, hardly able to believe his ears. Jo - Jo expelled! They wanted him to take her away and not bring her back? Why? WHY?
Jo was shocked and horrified. She gave a gulp and stared at her father. He found his voice at last.
He began to bluster. 'Yes, but look here, you can't do that - you know it was only a bit of fun. I grant you Jo shouldn't have done it - caused a lot of trouble and all that - and she shouldn't have taken the other kid with her either. But - but you can't expel her for that, surely!'
'We could, Mr Jones, if we thought she was an undesirable influence,' said Miss Grayling. 'It doesn't often happen, of course - in fact, very, very rarely. But in this case it is going to happen. You see - it isn't only the running away - it's a little matter of the taking of some money.'
Jo covered her face. She could have dropped through the floor. So Miss Grayling knew all about that too! Her father looked dumbfounded. He stood up and looked down at Miss Grayling, and his voice shook.
'What do you mean? You can't say my Jo is a thief! You can't! f don't believe it. She's always had heaps of money.'
Miss Grayling said nothing. She merely indicated Jo, who still sat with her lace covered, bending forward with
tears soaking between her fingers. Her father stared at her, aghast.
'Jo,' he said, in a voice that had suddenly gone hoarse. 'Jo - you didn't, oh you didn't! I can't believe it!'
Jo could only nod her head. That awful, awful money! There was still the rest of it pinned in her blouse. She could feel it rustling when she moved. She suddenly pulled it out. She put it in front of Miss Grayling. 'That's all that's left,' she said. 'But I'll pay the rest back.'
'Let me pay everything, everything - I'll double it!' said Mr Jones, in the same hoarse voice. 'To think of Jo - my Jo - taking money!'
Both the bold brazen Jo and the once blustering bumptious man looked at Miss Grayling miserably and humbly. She was sorry for them both.
'f think there is no need to say any more,' she said, quietly 'I don't want any explanations from Jo. You can get those from her, if you wish. But you will see, Mr Jones, that I cannot keep Jo here any longer. She had a line chance at Malory Towers, and she didn't take it. And I think I should say this to you - her parents are partly to blame. You didn't give Jo the backing-up and the help that she needed.'
'No, you didn't, Dad!' cried Jo, sobbing. 'You said it didn't matter if I was bottom of the form - YOU always w ere! You said I needn't bother about rules, I could break them all if I liked. You said so long as I had a good time, that was the only thing that mattered. And it wasn't, it wasn't.'
Mr Jones stood still and silent. He turned suddenly to Miss Grayling. 'I reckon Jo's right,' he said, in a voice that sounded astonished. 'And 1 reckon. Miss Grayling, that ou might have given Jo another chance il you'd thought I'd see things the right way - and I didn't. Come on, Jo - we've got to get things straight between us o line on home, now.'
He held out his hand, and Jo took it, gulping. Mr Jones held out his hand to Miss Grayling and spoke with unexpected dignity.
'Good-bye, Miss Grayling. I reckon I'm the one that's really at fault, not Jo. You won't spread this matter about, will you - lor Jo's sake? About the money, I mean.'
'Of course not,' said Miss Grayling, shaking hands. 'And Mr Jones - however much you make a joke of the escapade to your Iriends, and gloss over the fact that Jo has been expelled - I do beg of you not to make a joke of it with Jo. This is a serious thing. It may be the turning- point in her lite, for good or for bad - and
she has a right to expect that her parents will show her the right road.'
In a few minutes' time the big car roared off down the road. Jo was gone - gone for ever from Maiory Towers. One ol the failures, who perhaps in the future might be a success, if only her parents backed her up.
How important parents are! thought Miss Grayling. Really, I think somebody should start a School for Parents too!
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Deirdre was not expelled. Her real fault had been weakness, and that could be dealt with. When she heard that she was to stay on, she could have sung for joy. She was shocked about Jo, but secretly relieved to be free of her strong, dominating influence.
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The whole school was shocked too. It was so very rare for any girl to be expelled - but everyone agreed that Jo was impossible.
'Poor kid,' said Mary-Lou. 'Who could be decent with idiotic parents like that - throwing money about all over the place, boasting, thick-skinned, trying to make Jo as had as themselves. Well - it was one of Malory Towers' experiments that went wrong.'
'I must say I'd rather have a generous parent like Jo's than a mean one like mine, though,' put in Gwen. 'Jo's lather would never have grudged her an extra year at a linishing school.'
'You've got a bee in your bonnet about that,' said Alicia. And let me tell you, it buzzes too loudly and too often. Your father's worth ten of Jo's - oh, not in money, but in the things that matter!'
'That was a very nasty business about Jo,' said Darrell. I'm glad it's over. Now perhaps we'll have a bit of peace without any more alarms and excursions!'
This was, of course, a foolish thing to say. Things began to happen almost immediately!
Amanda had decided that the tide would be right tor hfM swim out to sea the next morning. She was looking
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forward to it eagerly. A good long swim at last!
She was in a small, sixth-form dormy, with only three others. All the others were very sound sleepers - Moira, Sally and Bill. She could easily creep out without waking them. She didn't mean to tell any of them what she was going to do, ox what she had done, when she had had her long swim! They were so keen on rules being kept - but such rules, thought Amanda, really didn't apply to a future Olympic swimmer!