The vapour found its way to Miss Potts' nose. She was just about to open her mouth and speak when she too felt a sneeze coming. Her nose began to tickle and she felt for her handkerchief.
A-TISH-OOO!' she sneezed, and Irene burst into one of her explosive laughs at once. Miss Potts glared at her.
'Irene! Do you think ... A-TISH-OOOO!'
' A-WHOOOOSH-OOOO!' from Mam'zelle. 'Miss Potts what is this snizzing? I cannot stop my snizzes—A-WHOOSH-OO!'
Miss Potts sneezed three times without being able to get a word in between the sneezes. Then a sudden suspicion flashed into her mind. She looked at the giggling girls.
'Jean,' she said, 'you are head-girl of this form. Is this a trick? A-TISH-OO!'
Jean hesitated. How could she give the whole form away?
Mam'zelle saved her from further questioning. She sneezed such a mighty sneeze that she fell off her chair. She moaned. 'I am ill! I have never snizzed like this before. I am very ill. A-WHOOOOSH-OO.'
Really alarmed, Miss Potts, hindered by two or three sudden sneezes of her own, dragged Mam'zelle to her feet. 'Open the window,' she commanded Darrell. 'Fetch Matron. Mam'zelle certainly does look ill.'
In great alarm Darrell opened the window and Mary-Lou
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ran for Matron. Matron came, puzzled by Mary-Lou's breathless tale of Mam'zell's sneezes. She saw Mam'zelle's pale face and took her arm to lead her away. The pellet-vapour overtook Matron also, and she did a very sudden sneeze indeed. Miss Potts also obliged with two more, and Mam'zelle prepared for yet another. Then Matron took Mam'zelle from the room, and Miss Potts followed, to make sure poor Mam'zelle was all right.
The girls, alarmed and frightened though they were, could not stop from laughing at the sight of the three adults sneezing in chorus together. 'You were nearly caught out with Miss Potts' question, Jean,' said Alicia. 'It was a narrow shave! Let's hope she doesn't ask it again.'
'1 hope Mam'zelle isn't really knocked out,' said Darrell, anxiously. 'She did look rather awful. I think I'll quickly take that pellet and throw it out of the window before Miss Potts comes back and sees it!'
So she threw it out, being caught for a sneeze herself first. Then the form settled down to wait for someone to come back.
It was Miss Potts. 'Mam'zelle is not at all well,' she began, severely, handkerchief in hand in case she began to sneeze again. 'She has had to go to bed. She is quite exhausted. The strange—very strange—thing is, that as soon as we left this room not one of us had any wish to sneeze. Jean, will you please explain this to me. Or perhaps you, Alicia, would like to do so? I feel that you probably know more about it than anyone else.'
Alicia hardly knew what to say. Jean nudged her. 'Go on. You'll have to tell.'
So Alicia told. It didn't seem nearly such a funny idea when it was told stammeringly to a frowning Miss Potts.
'I see. One of your asinine tricks again. I should have thought that third-formers were above such childish things. Were you all in this, every one of you?'
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'Sally wasn't,' said Darrell. 'She refused to agree. She was the only one who stood out.'
'Only one sensible person in the whole of the form!' said Miss Potts. 'Very well—with the exception of Sally, each of you will forfeit the next half-holiday, which is I believe, on Thursday. You will also apologize to Mam'zelle and work twice as hard at your French for the rest of the term!'
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IT was a sorry ending to what everyone had thought to be a very fine trick. '1 suppose that pellet had been made stronger than usual,' said Alicia, gloomily.
Sally didn't say T told you so', which was very good of her, Darrell thought. 'I shall give up the half-holiday just the same as you all do,' she told Darrell. T may have stood out against the trick, but I'm going to share the punishment, of course.'
'You're decent, Sally,' said Darrell, slipping her arm in hers. 'Let's go downstairs and see if there's anything interesting on the notice-board. I believe there's a debate tonight we might go to—sixth-formers against fifth-formers, all arguing their heads off.'
They went to find the notice-board. One of the fourth-formers was also there, looking at it. It was Ellen. 'Hallo, Darrell!' she said. 'Congratulations!'
'What on?' asked Darrell, surprised.
'Well, look—you're playing for the third match-team next Thursday!' said Ellen. 'Three people have fallen out, ill—so all three reserves are playing—and you're one of them, aren't you?'
'Oh—how perfectly wizard!' cried Darrell. She capered round the hall—and then her face suddenly sobered. T say-—will Miss Potts let me play next Thursday? That's the half-holiday, isn't it, except for match-players? Oh, Sally—do you think 1 shan't be able to play because we've all got to give up our half-holiday and work instead?'
'What are you talking about?' said Ellen, puzzled. Darrell told her.
'Goodness!' said Ellen. 'You won't be able to play then.
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You can't expect Potty to let you off a punishment in order to have a great treat like playing in a match-team.'
Darrell groaned. 'Oh—what simply awful bad luck! My first chance! And I've chucked it away. Oh, Sally, why didn't I back you up and stand aside with you, instead of going in with Alicia?'
It was a terrible blow to poor Darrell. She went about looking so miserable that Sally couldn't bear it. She went to Miss Potts' room and knocked at the door.
'Please, Miss Potts—Darrell is down to play in the third match-team next Thursday,' said Sally. 'And because of the trick today she's supposed to work on that day. She's terribly disappointed. You said 1 needn't give up the half-holiday because I didn't agree to the trick. Can 1 give it up, please, and let Darrell take it instead of me? Then she could play in the match.'
'A kind thought, Sally, but quite impossible,' said Miss Potts. 'Darrell must take her punishment like the rest of the form. It's her own fault if she misses her chance of playing in the match.'
Sally went away sadly. She met Darrell and told her how she had tried to get her the half-holiday so that she might play in the team. Darrell was touched. 'Oh, Sally! You really are a sport! A proper friend! Thank you.'
Sally smiled at her. Her jealousy slid away suddenly. She knew she had been silly, but she wouldn't be any more. She linked her arm in Darrell's.
'I'll be glad when Betty's back and Alicia has her for company,' she said.
'So will I.' said Darrell, heartily. 'It's annoying the way she keeps trying to make us into a threesome. Don't let's, Sally.'
Sally was satisfied. But how she wished she could give Darrell her half-holiday! Poor Darrell it was such a wonderful chance—one that might not come again for ages.
They met Sister and asked her for news of Mavis. 'Much better,' said Sister. 'Her voice has gone though. She can only croak, poor Mavis. She seems very miserable. She can have a visitor tomorrow. She's asked for Zerelda, so you might tell her she can go to see Mavis after tea.'
Darrell and Sally looked at each other in astonishment. Zerelda! Whatever did Mavis want Zerelda for?
Mavis was very unhappy. She had been horrified when she found that her voice had gone. She had only a croak that sounded quite unlike her own voice. 'Oh, Sister—won't I ever be able to sing again?' she had asked, anxiously.
'Not for some time,' Sister had said. 'Oh, yes, I expect it will come back all right, Mavis—but you have been very ill with throat and chest trouble, and you won't have to try and sing for a year or two. If you do, the specialist says you will damage your voice for ever, and will never be able to become a singer.'
Mavis let the tears slide down her cheeks without wiping them away. No Voice! No singing for a year or two—and perhaps not then. Why, she might not become an opera-singer after all. Throat trouble—chest trouble—they were the two things a singer mu
st always guard against.
'It's my own fault! Why did 1 creep off in the rain that night?' wept poor Mavis.'I thought it was grand thing to do. The others didn't. Perhaps Zerelda would understand though—she's going to be a grand film-actress, and she understands how a singer or an actress longs to be recognized, aches for applause.'
So, when, Sister told her she could have a visitor and asked her whom she would like, she chose Zerelda! She must tell Zerelda eveything. Zerelda would understand and sympathize.
Zerelda was surprised, too, to be chosen. She hadn't liked Mavis very much. But she went to see her, taking some fruit, some sweets and a book that had just come for her from America. Zerelda was always generous.
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She was shocked to see how thin Mavis looked. 'Sit down,' said Mavis, in a terrible croak.
'What's happened to your voice?' asked Zerelda, in alarm.
'I've lost it—perhaps for ever!' said Mavis, in a pathetic croak. 'Oh, Zerelda, I've been an idiot. I'm sure nobody would understand but you!'
In a series of pants and croaks she told Zerelda all the happenings of that Saturday night—and how they wouldn't even let her sing. 'So it was all for nothing. Oh, Zerelda, what am 1 to do without my voice? I shall die! The others have always told me that I'm nothing without my voice, nothing at all.'
'Don't talk any more, Mavis,' said Sister, putting her head in at the door. 'You talk instead, Zerelda.'
So Zerelda talked. What did she find to talk about? Ah, Zerelda suddenly found a bit of character and quite a lot of wisdom. She had learnt quite a few things already from her term at Malory Towers—she had especially learnt from her failure at acting. And she told Mavis all she had learnt.
It wasn't easy to tell what had happened in the Shakespeare class—but when Zerelda saw how Mavis was drinking it all in, paying her the very closest attention, she spared herself nothing.
'So you see, Mavis,' she finished at last, T was much, much worse that you. You really had a gift. I never had! You were proud of a real thing. I was vain of something false, that didn't exist. I'm happier now I know, though. After all, it is more sensible to be what we really are, isn't it— schoolgirls—not future film-actresses or opera-singers. You'll feel the same, too when you've thought about it. You can be you now you've lost your voice for a bit.'
'Oh, Zerelda,'croaked Mavis, slipping her hand into the American girl's, 'you don't know how you've helped me. I was so terribly miserable. I didn't think anything like this had ever happened to anyone before. And it's happened to you
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as well as to me!'
Zerelda said nothing. It had cost her a lot to make such a confession to Mavis, of all people. But with all her faults, Zerelda was generous-hearted, and she had quickly seen how she, and she alone, could help Mavis.
Sister put her head in again. She was glad to see Mavis looking so much happier. She came right in. 'Well, you have done her good, Zerelda!' she said. 'She looks quite different. You're friends, I suppose?'
Mavis looked eagerly at Zerelda. 'Yes,' said Zerelda, firmly. 'We're friends.'
'Well, two minutes more and you must go,' said Sister and went out again.
'I'm going to make the other see that I wasn't only a Voice,'croaked Mavis. 'Zerelda, will you go on helping me? Will you be friends with me? I'm not much, I know—but you haven't got a friend, have you?'
'No,' said Zerelda, ashamed to say it. 'Well—I suppose I'm not much of a person either, Mavis. I'm just a no-account person—both of us are! We'll help each other. Now I must go. Good-bye! I'll come again tommorrow!'
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MAM'ZELLE soon recovered from her fit of snizzes'. and returned to her teaching the next day. At first she had felt very angry when Miss Potts had explained to her that it was all because of some trick the girls had played.
But gradually her sense of humour came back to her and she found herself chuckling when she thought of Miss Potts and Matron also being caught by the trick and sneezing violently too.
'But I, I snizzed the greatest snizzes,' said Mam'zelle to herself. 'Aha!—here is Mam'zelle Rougier. 1 will tell her of this trick.'
She told the prim, rather sour-faced Mam'zelle Rougier who did not approve of tricks in any shape or form. She was horrified.
'These English girls! Have you told Miss Grayling? They should all be punished, every one.'
'Oh no—I haven't reported them to the Head,' said Mam'zelle Dupont. i only do that for serious matters.'
'And you do not call this a serious matter!' cried Mam'zelle Rougier. 'You will overlook it, and not have the girls punished at all! That Alicia—and the mad Irene and the bad Belinda-it would do them good to have a hard punishment.'
'Oh, they are all being punished,' said Mam'zelle, hastily. 'They are to give up their half-holiday and work instead.'
'That is no real punishment!' said Mam'zelle Rougier. 'You are poor at discipline, Mam'zelle Dupont. I have always said so.'
'Indeed, I am not!' cried Mam'zelle Dupont, annoyed. 'Have you no sense of humour? Do you not see the funny side?'
'No, I do not,' said Mam'zelle Rougier, firmly. 'What is this "funny side" that the English speak of so much? It is not funny. You too know that it is not, Mam'zelle.'
The more that Mam'zelle Rougier talked like this the more certain Mam'zelle Dupont was that the joke had been funny. In the end she quite persuaded herself that she had really entered into it and laughed with the girls.
She almost felt that she would like to remove the punishment Miss Potts had imposed. But Miss Potts would not hear of it. 'Certainly not! Don't be weak, Mam'zelle. We can't possibly let things like that pass.'
'Perhaps not,' said Mam'zelle, a sudden idea coming into her head. 'The bad girls! They shall come to me for the whole of Thursday afternoon, Miss Potts, and 1 will make them WORK.'
'That's better,' said Miss Potts, approvingly. She found Mam'zelle very difficult at times. 'Keep them at it all the afternoon!'
'1 shall take them for a walk,' thought Mam'zelle. She hated walks herself, but she knew how much the girls loved them. But when Thursday afternoon came, it was such a pouring wet day that not only was no lacrosse match possible but no walk either.
Darrell saw a notice up on the board beside the list of players. 'MATCH CANCELLED. ANOTHER DATE WILL BE FIXED LATER.'
'Look at that!' she said to Sally. 'No match after all. How frightfully disappointed I'd have been if I'd been playing— and it was cancelled. I wonder if there's any hope of my playing on the next date it's arranged. I suppose the girls who are ill will be better by then, though.'
The girls went to their classroom that afternoon, to work, while all the other forms went down to the big hall to play mad games together, and to see a film afterwards on a big screen put up at the end of the hall.
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Mam'zelle was waiting for them, a broad smile on her face. 'Poor children! You have to work this afternoon because of my snizzes. You must learn some French dances. I have brought my gramophone and some records. I will teach you a fine country dance that all French children know.'
In surprise and glee the third-formers put back all the desks and chairs. They hoped Miss Potts would come by, or Miss Peters, and see what kind of work they were doing on their forfeited half-holiday! What sport to see their faces if they looked into the room!
But Mam'zelle had made sure that both these mistresses would not come that way. Miss Peters had gone off for the afternoon. Miss Potts would be in the big hall with her first form. Mam'zelle was safe!
'The coast is bright!' said Mam'zelle, gleefully. The girls giggled. 'You mean, "the coast is clear",'' said Jean.
'It is the same thing,' said Mam'zelle. 'Now—begin! Form a ring, please, and I will tell you what to sing as you go round to the music'
It was a hilarious afternoon, a
nd the third-formers enjoyed it very much. 'You're a sport, Mam'zelle,' said Darrell, warmly at the end. 'A real sport.'
Mam'zelle beamed. She had never yet been able to understand exactly what a 'sport' was—she only knew it was very high praise, and she was pleased.
'You made me snizz—and I have made you pant!' she said, to the breathless girls. 'We are evens, are we not?'
'Quits, you mean,' said Jean, but Mam'zelle took no notice.
T shall tell Miss Potts you have quite exhausted yourselves in your hard work this afternoon.' said Mam'zelle. 'Poor children—you will be so hungry for tea!'
Zerelda had enjoyed herself as much as anyone. In fact, she was very surprised to find how much she had enjoyed the whole afternoon. Why—a week ago she would have turned up her nose at such rowdiness, and would only have
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joined in languidly, pretending it was all beneath her.
'But I loved every minute!' thought Zerelda, tying her hair back firmly. It had come loose with the dancing. T must have been a frightful idiot before. No wonder the girls laughed at me.'
She saw her old self suddenly—posing, trying to be so grown-up, piling up her hair in Lossie Laxton's terrible style, looking down on all these jolly schoolgirls. She wouldn't bear to think of it.
'It's fun to be a proper schoolgirl,' she thought. 'Lovely to be just myself, instead of trying to be like Lossie. What an idiot I was—far worse than Mavis, who did at least have a real giftV
Mavis was getting on well. She looked forward immensely to Zerelda's visits. Many of the third-formers had been to see her now,but she looked forward to Zerelda's visits more than to anyone else's. She thought Zerelda was wonderful--wonderful to have learnt a lesson that she, Mavis, meant to try to learn, too. It was a little comfort to Zerelda to feel someone did think she was wonderful, even though she knew now that she wasn't. Now that Mavis had stopped talking about her voice and her marvellous future, she seemed a different kind of person—simpler, more natural, with a greater interest in other people.