she said. âWe drove over the moors from York here yesterdayâall the poor sheep with their bottoms turned into the wind. Just like grey chrysanthemums.â
The Bex VI, Set B, had no views on this so Grace turned back to me and tossed her pink candy floss about which did not look like dead chrysanthemums or sheepâs bottoms. âWell old Marigold Bilgewater Green,â she said, âitâs nice to see you again after all these years. I like your hair. Itâs gone quite curly. Itâs great to see a face you know.â
C HAPTER 5
I went bursting home from school to Paula that afternoon as I have never done before or since, up to the ironing room, over to the sick room, the San, down to fatherâs study and at length ran her to earth with father over in the Long Dormitory. Boys scuttered out round my feet like rats from a barn as I flew in. I banged into Boakes with his face in a book as he walked out and I collapsed up to Paula who was demonstrating blind cords and neither she nor father showed any great interest in the news I brought.
âGrace Gatheringâs arrived,â I declared.
âThink theyâd all been trying to hang theirzelves,â said Paula. âShredded to bits so they wonât pull downwards, or
elze
they get pulled about too hard and ping back!â
âPing back,â said father meditatively, squinting out at a vista, âHullo Marigold. Lovely cloud formation. Look.â
âSo theyâll have to be renewed and itâll cost a hundred pounds and will have to be faced.â
âGrace Gatheringâs here.â
âItâs not dezent the way they spring about naked.â (She pronounced it to rhyme with baked.)
âOh come now,â said father, âIâm sure itâs not important. Whoâs arrived, Marigold?â
âGrace Gathering. Sheâs been expelled from Dartington Hall. Sheâs coming to our school. Sheâs going to live at home over at the Headâs.â
âOh good. Sheâll be a friend for you,â Paula said, âand Iâm not having those great hairy seniors prancing about no blinds drawn and young girls about corruptible. Whoâs this Grace Gatherinâ then?â
âWell sheâs Grace
Gathering
. She was once my best friend. Donât you remember. Sheâs
terribly
friendly and sheâs grown simply beautiful. And
kind
,â I added coldly as Paula started leaning about with a tape measure.
âWhatâs the matter with you?â she said. âWhoâs
un
kind? B EWARE OF SELF PITY . All I have to get straight at the moment is whether I can order new
bloinds
.â
âCouldnât youârun up some of those nice net curtains we used to have long ago?â father asked a bit exhaustedly.
âDirt catchers. Fol-de-rols. Burned them all long since and thereâll be no more in my time. After my time may be. And they need good thick bloinds in winter as well as curtains. For warmth. No patience with this Tom Brownâs Schooldays fiddle-de-deeââ On and on they went.
âIâm going now,â I said and they paid no attention. âIâm going across to the Headâs to look her up.â This was a very extraordinary thing for me to do as I never stirred foot after school over the House doorstep but all Paula cried was, âSupper. Donât forget your supper. Eggs and beans gets leathery.â
âI shall be
out
to supper,â I declared and vanished round the woodsheds, loitering over the road, past the other Houses, and out of sight towards the Headmasterâs wrought-iron work and Georgian front door. What I thought I was going to do when I got there I know not, but the arrival of Grace had shaken me very oddly. I had felt quite certain from the moment she appeared that she had been in some way Sentâthat she was some sort of salvation, even though until the moment she had put her head
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