Judy of York Hill

nd on her tasks. This was the full flavour of life at a boarding-school, surely, to break the rules, and creep down the corridor in t

bly slow, and Sally May always needed reminding that the devotion bell would ring in two minutes' time. To-night clothes were neatly arranged ready for

put out their lights, only the tiny red fire-escape lamps shone dimly at intervals down the corrido

ement as, obedient to orders, she put on her warmest kimono, and, carr

ercing whisper, and Nancy had said to be very careful of the boards

an file they crept

eak! Miss Marlowe's light was still

d her kimono more tightly as if to escape being seen, and

udith for a nightmare second felt the bitterness of having betrayed her friends to the enemy; but Jane, with a ma

common room at the head of the stairs. The blinds had been pulled up to let in the pale moonlight, and

said Sally May in a

ith, and the episode of the mug w

going to pass this door and we'll never manage to carve the

ere unwrapped, and mouths began to wat

veying with a certain dismay a plump brown

," suggest

y wuggl

y wack

goes

." And Jane lost no ti

ly or a mousse or something-it's all creamy a

" began Jane

never mentioned a jelly and I t

to have some," sai

y wuggl

ones she was going t

" said Nanc

"Certainly not. Whe

ound rolls and sandwiches. "I've got a shoe-horn and a med

what utensils the "Jolly Susan" could offer. Her thoughts flew to Catherine for a moment as she passed her do

? No, it wasn't tall enough. It must be Miss Ashwell. Judith flattened herself against the wall, which was fortunately in the shadow, in the hope that she would not be seen. But it was a very slender little hope, and for the second time

disaster

me they had! What

rkness balanced a precious morsel of jelly on the end of

ed Judith as they began to pack up the re

who was holding the useful little flashlight, "and now I'm good and ready for my perfectly good bed." She was voicing a unanimous thought

uld not budge! She pulled hard. Josephine pulled harder; Sally May tried; and then consternation took

me one who wanted to come to the party doing it for a joke"-but that brought little comfort. The party was

e keeping for another time, and began a long tale of a ghost who followed, and followed, and followed a man up and down, up and down, the corridors of an old manor house. The hero could hear the ghost's footsteps and its blood-curdling laugh, but he was afraid to turn his

a steady whisper poured into Judith's ear the ghastly details of how ill she had been at Knowlton after a lobster supper. The night wore on. Most of them finally went to sleep in uncomfortable attitudes, but about four o'clock in the morning, Judith, who was much too unhappy and too uncomfortab

time," protested se

't try it

d sulkily and stiffly they creaked do

nd maple syrup, the favourite York Hill breakfast, brought them no solace; indeed, to the surprise of thei

really. I'm tired all over. I think if I

up for a bilious attack. Oh, yes, you can go to morning lessons,

dose haunted her all day, and when eveni

"crocodile." A walk after their wakeful night seemed simply impossible and the weather was too bad for games. Many excuses we

"Bed at eight-thirty." Judith and Josephine were treated in like manner; not that they minded very

ution that a prefect should entertain her set of cubicles, and rumours of other suppers had already reached the ears of the crew

ards Catherine gave the longed-for invitation. "Supper in my room at eight-thirty," she whispered to each o

ou can't have a treat"-and she wasted no sympathy on them

he prefects gathered in Catherine's room, devouring their supper. Sally May had gone to the Infirmary,