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〃Repeat！ Repeat！〃 said Miss Meadows。 〃More expression； girls！
Once more！〃
〃Fast！ Ah； too Fast。〃 The older girls were crimson； some of the
younger ones began to cry。 Big spots of rain blew against the windows；
and one could hear the willows whispering； 〃。。。not that I do not love
you。。。〃
〃But； my darling； if you love me；〃 thought Miss Meadows； 〃I don't
mind how much it is。 Love me as little as you like。〃 But she knew he
didn't love her。 Not to have cared enough to scratch out that word
〃disgust；〃 so that she couldn't read it！ 〃Soon Autumn yields unto Winter
Drear。〃 She would have to leave the school； too。 She could never face
the Science Mistress or the girls after it got known。 She would have to
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disappear somewhere。 〃Passes away。〃 The voices began to die； to fade；
to whisper。。。to vanish。。。
Suddenly the door opened。 A little girl in blue walked fussily up the
aisle； hanging her head； biting her lips； and twisting the silver bangle on
her red little wrist。 She came up the steps and stood before Miss
Meadows。
〃Well； Monica； what is it？〃
〃Oh； if you please； Miss Meadows；〃 said the little girl； gasping； 〃Miss
Wyatt wants to see you in the mistress's room。〃
〃Very well；〃 said Miss Meadows。 And she called to the girls； 〃I shall
put you on your honour to talk quietly while I am away。〃 But they were
too subdued to do anything else。 Most of them were blowing their noses。
The corridors were silent and cold； they echoed to Miss Meadows'
steps。 The head mistress sat at her desk。 For a moment she did not look
up。 She was as usual disentangling her eyeglasses； which had got caught
in her lace tie。 〃Sit down； Miss Meadows；〃 she said very kindly。 And
then she picked up a pink envelope from the blotting…pad。 〃I sent for you
just now because this telegram has come for you。〃
〃A telegram for me； Miss Wyatt？〃
Basil！ He had committed suicide； decided Miss Meadows。 Her
hand flew out； but Miss Wyatt held the telegram back a moment。 〃I hope
it's not bad news；〃 she said； so more than kindly。 And Miss Meadows
tore it open。
〃Pay no attention to letter； must have been mad； bought hat…stand to…
day Basil；〃 she read。 She couldn't take her eyes off the telegram。
〃I do hope it's nothing very serious；〃 said Miss Wyatt； leaning forward。
〃Oh； no； thank you； Miss Wyatt；〃 blushed Miss Meadows。 〃It's
nothing bad at all。 It's〃and she gave an apologetic little laugh〃it's
from my fiance saying that。。。saying that〃 There was a pause。 〃I see；〃
said Miss Wyatt。 And another pause。 Then〃You've fifteen minutes
more of your class； Miss Meadows； haven't you？〃
〃Yes； Miss Wyatt。〃 She got up。 She half ran towards the door。
〃Oh； just one minute； Miss Meadows；〃 said Miss Wyatt。 〃I must say
I don't approve of my teachers having telegrams sent to them in school
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hours； unless in case of very bad news； such as death；〃 explained Miss
Wyatt； 〃or a very serious accident； or something to that effect。 Good
news； Miss Meadows； will always keep； you know。〃
On the wings of hope； of love； of joy； Miss Meadows sped back to the
music hall； up the aisle； up the steps； over to the piano。
〃Page thirty…two； Mary；〃 she said； 〃page thirty…two；〃 and； picking up
the yellow chrysanthemum； she held it to her lips to hide her smile。 Then
she turned to the girls； rapped with her baton： 〃Page thirty…two； girls。
Page thirty…two。〃
〃We come here To…day with Flowers o'erladen； With Baskets of Fruit
and Ribbons to boot； To…oo Congratulate。。。
〃Stop！ Stop！〃 cried Miss Meadows。 〃This is awful。 This is
dreadful。〃 And she beamed at her girls。 〃What's the matter with you
all？ Think； girls； think of what you're singing。 Use your imaginations。
'With Flowers o'erladen。 Baskets of Fruit and Ribbons to boot。' And
'Congratulate。'〃 Miss Meadows broke off。 〃Don't look so doleful； girls。
It ought to sound warm； joyful； eager。 'Congratulate。' Once more。
Quickly。 All together。 Now then！〃
And this time Miss Meadows' voice sounded over all the other voices
full； deep； glowing with expression。
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12。 THE STRANGER
It seemed to the little crowd on the wharf that she was never going to
move again。 There she lay； immense； motionless on the grey crinkled
water； a loop of smoke above her； an immense flock of gulls screaming
and diving after the galley droppings at the stern。 You could just see little
couples paradinglittle flies walking up and down the dish on the grey
crinkled tablecloth。 Other flies clustered and swarmed at the edge。
Now there was a gleam of white on the lower deckthe cook's apron or
the stewardess perhaps。 Now a tiny black spider raced up the ladder on
to the bridge。
In the front of the crowd a strong…looking； middle…aged man； dressed
very well； very snugly in a grey overcoat； grey silk scarf； thick gloves and
dark felt hat； marched up and down； twirling his folded umbrella。 He
seemed to be the leader of the little crowd on the wharf and at the same
time to keep them together。 He was something between the sheep…dog
and the shepherd。
But what a foolwhat a fool he had been not to bring any glasses！
There wasn't a pair of glasses between the whole lot of them。
〃Curious thing； Mr。 Scott； that none of us thought of glasses。 We
might have been able to stir 'em up a bit。 We might have managed a little
signalling。 'Don't hesitate to land。 Natives harmless。' Or： 'A
welcome awaits you。 All is forgiven。'