“Isabel O’Sullivan and her cousin Alison sat in the small station café drinking cups of tea and eating jammy buns. Both girls were waiting for the train that would take them back to St Clare’s after the holidays.”
“At last the coach turned into the long drive that led up to St Clare’s, the girls’ noses pressed up against the windows as they looked out. Isabel frowned. Normally in the first day of term there were girls wandering around simply everywhere.”
“The others looked around as another sixth former approached. Margaret was a remarkably good-looking girl, with straight dark hair cut in a dramatic bob, unusual violet-coloured eyes and high cheekbones that gave her a rather exotic appearance.”
“I am afraid that you will be coping in somewhat difficult circumstance this term’, the head went on. ‘You will have already noticed that all the third formers are to be together in one dormitory instead of two?”
“The train girls switched to a coach once they arrived at the little station near St Clare’s. and after a short journey their beloved school was in sight. ‘Look, Amanda,’ said Janet. ‘If you look to the left, you can see St Clare’s in the distance _that big white building.”
“In the middle of it stood Mam’zelle, the French mistress, wagging her hands toward the sky as she always did when agitated. And opposite her stood a small girl with a cap of shiny red curls, a smattering of freckles and the merriest naughtiest blue eyes the girls had ever seen.”
“Everyone waited for Margaret, not noted for her sweet temper, to explode, but she contented herself with a sharp, ‘Don’t be cheeky! I can see that it’s a goat. What I want to know is, what is it doing on school premises?”
“Mam’zelle stared perplexedly at the girl before her. Why did she speak in this strange manner? And why did she keep calling her Mam? Just then Jennifer Mills, and her friend Barbara Thompson came over, along with Margaret Winters.”