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Authors: Enid Blyton
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these tenses right. You can stay now, ma petite !”
“No, not now, Mam'zelle.” said Daphne. “But I could give up that lovely country walk tomorrow, if you would be good enough to take me then. It's the only spare time I have.”
“The good child—to give up the walk that you English girls so dearly love!” cried Mam'zelle, who thought that all walks were an extremely silly invention. “Yes. I can take you then. I will tell Miss Parker. You are a good girl. Daphne. I am pleased with you!”
“Thank you, Mam'zelle.” said Daphne, delighted, and gave Mam'zelle a ravishing smile as she went triumphantly out of the room.
Daphne is annoyed
Miss Parker was surprised and annoyed when she heard that Daphne was not to go with the class on their long walk. She looked crossly at Mam'zelle.
“But why this sudden desire for French on Daphne's pact?” she said. “She's just the type of girl that needs a jolly good long walk—yes, and a muddy one too. Shake some of her airs and graces off her! Give her the extra lesson another time. Mam'zelle.”
But Mam'zelle was obstinate. She did not like Miss Parker, with her big nose. She pursed up her small mouth and shook her head. “I cannot take Daphne any other time. It is good of the girl to give up a nice walk to improve her French.”
Miss Parker made a disbelieving noise that irritated Mam'zelle at once. “She wants to get out of the walk, you know mat perfectly well, Mam'zelle. It's foolish to give her her way like that; Daphne gets her way too easily, and I don't like some of her methods. Too underhand for me!”
Mam'zelle stood up for her favourite, and began to exaggerate. “Miss Parker! If you knew how much that girl wanted to go for her walk! Ah, to splash through the autumn lanes! Ah, to sniff the sea air after being cooped up so long! Daphne has sacrificed her pleasure, and she should be praised for that, not blamed. She will be hard at work with me whilst you are all enjoying yourselves out in the lovely air.”
“Well, she wouldn't take Mam'zelle Rougier in quite so easily as she takes you ,” said Miss Parker, beginning to lose her temper. She sees through her all right!”
Mam'zelle began to bristle. “I will have a word with Mam'zelle Rougier,” she began. I will have two, three, four words. She shall not say things about Daphne, who is getting so much better at French!”
“Let's drop the subject,” said Miss Parker, feeling heartily tired of Daphne. “Go and have it out with Mam'zelle Rougier if you like. I don't care! Except that I feel Daphne has got the better of us. I'm glad not to have her with us on the walk, moaning and groaning, dragging her feet along!”
Daphne could not resist telling everyone of the way she had managed to get out of the walk. Gwendoline wished she had been sharp enough to do the same. The others were frankly disgusted with the hypocritical little trick.
“Fancy doing all that just to get out of going for a walk!” said Darrell. “It'll be fun, splashing through the puddles in our Wellingtons. Well—if you want to spend the afternoon doing French verbs, good luck to you! That's just like you, somehow, Daphne.”
But, the walk didn't come off after all! The wind blew itself into a gale, and Miss Parker decided that it must be put off. The girls were just putting on their macs and Wellingtons when she came to the cloakroom to tell them. Daphne had already taken her French book to Mam'zelle.
“Girls! I'm sorry! But the wind has become a perfect gale!” said Miss Parker, appearing suddenly in the cloakroom. “The walk is off. But to make up, we'll all go into the gym and have an afternoon of riotous games, shall we? And I'll get Matron to let us have a picnic tea in mere, to make a change, if some of you will carry the stuff.”
The girls cheered. An afternoon of jolly games -racing round, competing with one another, laughing, yelling—and ending up with a picnic tea on the floor. That certainly would be a
“No, not now, Mam'zelle.” said Daphne. “But I could give up that lovely country walk tomorrow, if you would be good enough to take me then. It's the only spare time I have.”
“The good child—to give up the walk that you English girls so dearly love!” cried Mam'zelle, who thought that all walks were an extremely silly invention. “Yes. I can take you then. I will tell Miss Parker. You are a good girl. Daphne. I am pleased with you!”
“Thank you, Mam'zelle.” said Daphne, delighted, and gave Mam'zelle a ravishing smile as she went triumphantly out of the room.
Daphne is annoyed
Miss Parker was surprised and annoyed when she heard that Daphne was not to go with the class on their long walk. She looked crossly at Mam'zelle.
“But why this sudden desire for French on Daphne's pact?” she said. “She's just the type of girl that needs a jolly good long walk—yes, and a muddy one too. Shake some of her airs and graces off her! Give her the extra lesson another time. Mam'zelle.”
But Mam'zelle was obstinate. She did not like Miss Parker, with her big nose. She pursed up her small mouth and shook her head. “I cannot take Daphne any other time. It is good of the girl to give up a nice walk to improve her French.”
Miss Parker made a disbelieving noise that irritated Mam'zelle at once. “She wants to get out of the walk, you know mat perfectly well, Mam'zelle. It's foolish to give her her way like that; Daphne gets her way too easily, and I don't like some of her methods. Too underhand for me!”
Mam'zelle stood up for her favourite, and began to exaggerate. “Miss Parker! If you knew how much that girl wanted to go for her walk! Ah, to splash through the autumn lanes! Ah, to sniff the sea air after being cooped up so long! Daphne has sacrificed her pleasure, and she should be praised for that, not blamed. She will be hard at work with me whilst you are all enjoying yourselves out in the lovely air.”
“Well, she wouldn't take Mam'zelle Rougier in quite so easily as she takes you ,” said Miss Parker, beginning to lose her temper. She sees through her all right!”
Mam'zelle began to bristle. “I will have a word with Mam'zelle Rougier,” she began. I will have two, three, four words. She shall not say things about Daphne, who is getting so much better at French!”
“Let's drop the subject,” said Miss Parker, feeling heartily tired of Daphne. “Go and have it out with Mam'zelle Rougier if you like. I don't care! Except that I feel Daphne has got the better of us. I'm glad not to have her with us on the walk, moaning and groaning, dragging her feet along!”
Daphne could not resist telling everyone of the way she had managed to get out of the walk. Gwendoline wished she had been sharp enough to do the same. The others were frankly disgusted with the hypocritical little trick.
“Fancy doing all that just to get out of going for a walk!” said Darrell. “It'll be fun, splashing through the puddles in our Wellingtons. Well—if you want to spend the afternoon doing French verbs, good luck to you! That's just like you, somehow, Daphne.”
But, the walk didn't come off after all! The wind blew itself into a gale, and Miss Parker decided that it must be put off. The girls were just putting on their macs and Wellingtons when she came to the cloakroom to tell them. Daphne had already taken her French book to Mam'zelle.
“Girls! I'm sorry! But the wind has become a perfect gale!” said Miss Parker, appearing suddenly in the cloakroom. “The walk is off. But to make up, we'll all go into the gym and have an afternoon of riotous games, shall we? And I'll get Matron to let us have a picnic tea in mere, to make a change, if some of you will carry the stuff.”
The girls cheered. An afternoon of jolly games -racing round, competing with one another, laughing, yelling—and ending up with a picnic tea on the floor. That certainly would be a
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