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The Luckiest Girl in the School

Chapter 3 No.3

Word Count: 2849    |    Released on: 30/11/2017

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e or less of a heroine. To have been selected for a scholarship among twenty-one candidates was a distinction that even Aunt Harriet wou

en it came to the parting. "We shall miss you here, but when you get on yoursel

Letty, Mamie and Doris, that is to say unless she turned her attention to medicine, but in that case she could be head of a Women's Hospital, and have them as house surgeons or dispensers, or something else equally distinguishe

boots, but a hurried visit to Great Marston had remedied these deficiencies, and the box was packed to everybody's satisfaction. There was a universal feeling in the family that such an outfit could not fail to meet with Aunt Harriet's approval. The first sight of the nightdress case and the brush-and-comb bag mu

importance. On the whole the latter predominated. It was a trifle embarrassing to face so many strange

spectacles," she thought. "I believe she answered e

uddy locks, nor indeed any of the compani

w?" asked a girl who had appr

ther she'll be here or not. I b

heard o

ew girls," volunteere

won a County Schola

ell you I've never he

he other sc

as intended to s

dee

boots, and did not seem as much

d another. "It's a sort of 'go into the highways

ng Council School Scholarsh

gue idea that the winner of a scholarship should present herself at the Head Mistress' study to receive a few words of encouragement and congratul

.a., first room to the right, round the c

her quite a small crowd. Everybody appeared to know where to go, except herself. She

y, as quick as you can. They're getting

propriated it by placing her note-book, pencil-bo

r places. Marjorie Kaye was nowhere to be seen, but in the second row sat the dark

'd have staked my reputation on the sandy-haired one. Well, I suppose her answers were

inutes' interval for lunch at eleven. The conclusion of the morning left Winona with a profound respect for High School methods. After the easy-going routine of Miss Harmon's it was like stepping into a new educational world. She supposed she would be

n put in IV.a., and IV.b. Marjorie Kaye? You mean that girl in spectacles? No, she's not come. I heard her say that if she didn't win she was to be sent somewhere else. Where are you staying? With an aunt? I'm with a second cousin. She's

books. It's too late t

few spare moments to call her own. Miss Bishop believed in girls being fully occupied, and in addition to the ordinary form work, expected every one to take part in the games, and in the numerous societies and guilds which had been instituted. Winona found that she was required to join the Debating Club, and the Patriotic Knitting Guild, while a Dramatic Society and a Literary Association would be prepared to open their doors to her if she proved worthy of admission. So far, however, she considered that she had enough on her hands. The demands of her new life were almost overwhelming, and she lived from day to day in a whirl of fresh experiences. It took her

really nothing offensive about her, to my mind. Garnet Emerson I rather like. I fa

f Winona Woodward?"

n bragging about her scholarship first th

s pre

she know

an make out whether they're dark gray or hazel under those long lashes. Her hair's just the color of bron

with you that Winona's pretty, but I don't thi

o become chums, also they found each other's society congenial. It marked a new epoch for Winona. She had had few friends of her own age. She had been the eldest pupil at Miss Harmon's small school, and her

ent together, and soon waxed confidenti

Horticultural College, and Beryl is secretary at a Settlement. Aren't there a lot of us? All girls too, and not a single brother. I'm the baby of the family! I'd like to

e rest of the form

ect them to take us to their bosoms s

ht here as they ha

omething. We shall have to show that we're worth our salt before

ead. It was beyond

We mustn't push ourselves forward too violently, or they'll call us cheeky, but on the other hand, if we're content to take a back seat, we may stay there for the rest of the t

y the guitar. Mummie taught me. She lived in Spain fo

y the mandoline myself, and the two go so well

nk I should have

write for it,

mmie would s

fancy. I've been making enquiries, and there isn't such a thing as a form trophy. There certainly ought to be, to spur on enthusiasm. I'm going to pluck up my courage, tackle one

what exactly i

doline and guitar together, it would make a good item. I see two of

e your c

minutes, tolerably well s

hem to say 'yes' immediately. They were very cautious, and said they would put it

ptable to the Sixth, for the very next day

hool on Tuesday, October 4th, at 3 p.m., f

a collection will be taken, the proceeds of which

ames without delay to M. HOWELL,

e, and she started off at once to the Sixth F

e and guitar duet, and said we'd be ready to help with any accompaniments they like. Meg Howell just jumped at that. It seems Patricia Marshall and Clarice Nixon a

it will be se

come home with me after school to-morrow for half an hour or so? I know my cousins wi

I tell Aunt Harriet I sha

lass that afternoon, and were able to leave school at half-past three. Garnet's cousins lived within a short tramcar ride. They

ose they're the best. My mandoline's Italian; it was made in Milan. We must tune them together, mustn't we? Can you read well? T

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