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The Luckiest Girl in the School

Chapter 9 No.9

Word Count: 3403    |    Released on: 30/11/2017

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p were imprisoned in the stone image, and were peeping out of its fantastic eyes. Winona had grown to love the Minster. She would go in whenever she had ten minutes to spare after school. The glorious arches and pillars, the carved choir stalls, the light falling through the splendid rich windows on to the marble pavement, all appealed to the artistic sense that was stirring in her, and gave her immense satisfaction. But even the beauty of the Cathedral was as nothing when the organ began to play. Mr. Holmes, the organist, was a great musician, and could manage his instrument with a wizard touch. In the afternoons, between four and five o'clock, he was wo

en we first begin to reap the inheritance of the ages, and to discover the rich stores of delight that master minds have laid up for us to enjoy. Life was moving very fast to Winona; she could not analyze all her fresh thoughts and impressions, but she felt she could no more go back to her last year's mental outlook than she could have

start guiltily, hoping Miss Beach had not noticed. The more she thought about the subject the more convinced she became that she ought to give some hint of the state of affairs, though how to do so without implicating her brother was at present beyond her calculations. One da

irm," said Winona. It was seldom she ventured on an indepen

ses more trouble than car

all to m

thing to leave

ght

at present,

inona was growing

she has

de yours, Au

mson to the roots of her hair, felt she had

red at her as

asked, suspiciously. "I think that's

murmuring something about pr

can't I go and tell her the whole business, and then she'd understand! I do hate this sneaking work. Percy, you wretched boy, I'd like to bump your head against

remarks and Winona said "Yes," or "No," for such a one-sided conversation could hardly be termed discussion. The girl felt it a relief when, as often happened, her aunt took refugein a book. Occasionally Winona would pluck up courage to relate news from her ho

d we're learning to model in clay. I like it because it makes such a mess. Ernie smack

, picturing the lively scenes t

that, as long ago as last summer, and I don't mind confessing, quite to myself, that I wa

Lever's coaching she could now hold her own in her Form, and though she might no

High" was waking up and beginning to found a reputation for itself. The various guilds and societies were prospering, and following Margaret's pet motto "Pro Bono Publico," had exterminated private quarrels and instituted the most business-like proceedings and the strictest civility at committee meetings. Already the general tone was raised immeasurably, and public spirit and school patriotism ran high. To

ce examination, and Gladys Vickcrs, whose photograph of the hockey team was published in the Seaton Weekly Graphic, were also placed upon the distinguished list, having substantially helped the credit of the school. The badge was only a rosette made of narrow ribbons, sti

f Margaret's ever since her appointment as head prefect. Just before the Christmas breaking up she had

t be really interesting. Please don't bring rubbish. Give something

e with three hundred and forty-one volumes, which was regarded as a most creditable beginning. For the present they were piled up in the prefects' room until

her arduous task, and her choice fell upon Winona, who happened to have a spare half-hour between her classes on Tuesday and Thursday afternoons. Winona, immensely flattered, acc

day in a big public library," she assur

Margaret dryly. "They wouldn't think you worth your salt if you spe

Shirley" with a bang and turned

taking to hockey with wild enthusiasm and gave evidence of considerable promise. As most of them were free at three o'clock, they got the chance of playing almost every day. Kirsty was extr

a single one of the team's available. Winona Woodward, I've been looking at yo

t!" gasped Winona. "But I'm fearfully

! It's a nuisance though, for you'd have done

of the sharpest disappointmen

ld have been idyllic to coach those kids. And it would have giv

ight get some one els

ssibly ask her, and I'm sure K

ed the problem at leisure during her drawing lesson, and arrived at a daring conclusion. Without consulting her friend she marched off at four o'clock to the prefects' room, a l

embers of the Sixth kept much on their dignity, so it was rather a formidable undertaking even for a

murmured question. "What is it? I can give you

h greatly embarrassed, di

s Winona to coach the kids at hockey, and Winona's cataloguing for you, so o

ona would prefer to h

, but she's just crazy over hockey. I hope I haven

be done in the matter," returned the Gener

mission had succeeded or the reverse, b

nce in the school than the library, so please report yourself to her, and say I've taken your

de, or regrets, and was intensely relieved when the head girl cut her short kindl

me out of a hole, for I couldn't find anybody else wit

amed Winona

. Kirsty said little-she was not given to over-prai

ents possessed a fair reputation in the city, so it would behove the school to "play up for all they were worth," as Kirsty expressed it. It would be a

irsty appeared in the morning

ied Patricia. "You've a f

ome of the match I don't know. It makes me feel rocky. Where's Margaret

na was eating her lunch in the gymnasi

Woodward. You're to play for the Sch

d scarcely believe the news, so great was its magnitude. To be ask

she stammered, with her

ous thought was never for a moment absent from her mind. She even ventured to tell Aunt Harriet the honor

ter from the Seaton Weekly Graphic was present. The High School team in navy blue gymnasium costumes, bare heads and close-plaited pigtails, looked neat and trim and very business-like. "A much fitter set than we showed last year!" murmured Margaret with satisfaction. All eyes were riveted on the field as

cious!" shou

gan to feel pangs of uneasiness under their white jerseys. The situation was supreme. The score had become even. Could the School possibly do it? That was the question. All looked to Winona for the answer. She was playing like one inspired. She had not realized her own capacities before: the wild excitement of the moment seemed to lend wings to her feet and strength

p!" she remarked to Kirsty aside. "That

r the High School had been badly beaten in more than hal

ng her to the prefects' room. She found Margaret, K

tion of your play on Saturday. It is felt that you really secured the match, and as this is our first great vict

Margaret pinned the dai

to do what I can!" she blurt

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