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show it. Well, she's got plenty of pluck. Let's hope she'll learn that she's not so important a person as she thinks she is. If we got right down to the real Zerelda, we might find somebody worth knowing! We might . I still don't know!”
The lesson began. Zerelda concentrated hard. She forgot her hair, her nails, her clothes. She really wo r ked for about the first time in her life!
Bill and Miss Peters
MOST of the third-formers were now almost settled in to their term's work. Alicia, however, was restless, missing Betty and not finding that Darrell quite made up for her old friend. Darrell was steady and loyal and natural—but she hadn't Betty's witty tongue, nor her daredevil ways. Still she was better then anyone else. Alicia hoped that Sally wouldn't be back till Betty came!
Bill was restless too. Bill had got the idea that Thunder was pining for the other horses at home, and she was always disappearing to be with him.
“How you do coddle that horses!” said Alicia, in disgust, “I wonder he puts up with it.”
Miss Peters was always pouncing on Bill for dreaming in class. Bill's standard of work was very uneven. She was brilliant at Latin, which she had taken continually with her brothers. She knew very little French, much to Mam'zelle's despair. She didn't know much maths because her brothers” tutor had devoted all his time to them at this subject and had not bothered much about her.
“He didn't think we did much maths in a girls” school,” explained Bill. “But I do know my tables. Miss Peters.”
I should hope so!” groaned Miss Peters. “You will simply have to have extra coaching at maths, Wilhelmina.”
“Oh, I can't,” said Bill. “I spend every minute of free time with Thunder.”
Miss Peters had known for some time now that Thunder was Bill's horse. She had seen him and admired him, much to Bill's delight. She had also marvelled at Bill's magnificent horsemanship. The girl rode as if she and her horse were one. She was never happier than when she was out riding with the others, galloping over the lovely country that lay behind Malory Towers.
But she was annoyed because she was only allowed to ride out with the others for company. She was not allowed to take Thunder out alone.
“But I do at home,” she protested loudly. “I've gone off by myself every day for years and years and years. It's silly not to let me. What harm can I come to? I'm with Thunder all the time.”
“Yes, I know all that,” explained Miss Peters, patiently, for the twentieth time. “But you are not at home now, you are at school, and you have to do as the others do, and keep their rules. We can't have one rule for you and one rule for them.”
“I don't see why not,” said Bill, obstinately. She often sounded rude, because she was so much in earnest, and Miss Peters sometimes lost patience with her.
“Well, you are not running this school, fortunately,” said Miss Peters. “You must do as you are told. And, Wilhelmina, if you insist on being silly about these things, I shall forbid you to see Thunder for two or three days.”
Bill was dumbfounded. She stared at Miss Peters as if she couldn't believe her ears. She went red to the roots of her hair.
“But I couldn't not see Thunder,” said Bill, trying to speak patiently. “You don't understand, Miss Peters. Though you ought to understand because you're so fond of horses yourself.”
“I dare say,” said Miss Peters, equally patiently. “But I'm not top-heavy about them, as you are—I mean, I don't think, dream, smell and ride horses every minute of the day and night as you do. Do be sensible, Wilhelmina. I'm putting up with quite a lot from you, you know, and it's time you pulled yourself together, and thought a little less of Thunder, and a little more of other things.”
But that was just what Bill couldn't do, as the other third-formers soon found out. She wouldn't go for extra practice at lacrosse. She wouldn't go for a nature walk. She
The lesson began. Zerelda concentrated hard. She forgot her hair, her nails, her clothes. She really wo r ked for about the first time in her life!
Bill and Miss Peters
MOST of the third-formers were now almost settled in to their term's work. Alicia, however, was restless, missing Betty and not finding that Darrell quite made up for her old friend. Darrell was steady and loyal and natural—but she hadn't Betty's witty tongue, nor her daredevil ways. Still she was better then anyone else. Alicia hoped that Sally wouldn't be back till Betty came!
Bill was restless too. Bill had got the idea that Thunder was pining for the other horses at home, and she was always disappearing to be with him.
“How you do coddle that horses!” said Alicia, in disgust, “I wonder he puts up with it.”
Miss Peters was always pouncing on Bill for dreaming in class. Bill's standard of work was very uneven. She was brilliant at Latin, which she had taken continually with her brothers. She knew very little French, much to Mam'zelle's despair. She didn't know much maths because her brothers” tutor had devoted all his time to them at this subject and had not bothered much about her.
“He didn't think we did much maths in a girls” school,” explained Bill. “But I do know my tables. Miss Peters.”
I should hope so!” groaned Miss Peters. “You will simply have to have extra coaching at maths, Wilhelmina.”
“Oh, I can't,” said Bill. “I spend every minute of free time with Thunder.”
Miss Peters had known for some time now that Thunder was Bill's horse. She had seen him and admired him, much to Bill's delight. She had also marvelled at Bill's magnificent horsemanship. The girl rode as if she and her horse were one. She was never happier than when she was out riding with the others, galloping over the lovely country that lay behind Malory Towers.
But she was annoyed because she was only allowed to ride out with the others for company. She was not allowed to take Thunder out alone.
“But I do at home,” she protested loudly. “I've gone off by myself every day for years and years and years. It's silly not to let me. What harm can I come to? I'm with Thunder all the time.”
“Yes, I know all that,” explained Miss Peters, patiently, for the twentieth time. “But you are not at home now, you are at school, and you have to do as the others do, and keep their rules. We can't have one rule for you and one rule for them.”
“I don't see why not,” said Bill, obstinately. She often sounded rude, because she was so much in earnest, and Miss Peters sometimes lost patience with her.
“Well, you are not running this school, fortunately,” said Miss Peters. “You must do as you are told. And, Wilhelmina, if you insist on being silly about these things, I shall forbid you to see Thunder for two or three days.”
Bill was dumbfounded. She stared at Miss Peters as if she couldn't believe her ears. She went red to the roots of her hair.
“But I couldn't not see Thunder,” said Bill, trying to speak patiently. “You don't understand, Miss Peters. Though you ought to understand because you're so fond of horses yourself.”
“I dare say,” said Miss Peters, equally patiently. “But I'm not top-heavy about them, as you are—I mean, I don't think, dream, smell and ride horses every minute of the day and night as you do. Do be sensible, Wilhelmina. I'm putting up with quite a lot from you, you know, and it's time you pulled yourself together, and thought a little less of Thunder, and a little more of other things.”
But that was just what Bill couldn't do, as the other third-formers soon found out. She wouldn't go for extra practice at lacrosse. She wouldn't go for a nature walk. She
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